Come on, come on, wassup nigga? First off, fuck your bitch and the click you claim West side when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a
a higher motherfuckin level -- we don't give a fuck About what you think about less how you feel about us What you got to say about us We gon keep
than Barbara Sharpsee I'm a freakers army? Savage ya type like Chaka Zulo, papi chulo Not to be sulo, wilder than Kujo, you actin' fool yo Come on,
man now yo (Yo whattup my nigga, you know I ain't the man) (But I got connections right for you what you need?) Yeah, yeah, yo, yo check this out I need
and hope we still will be thick With a trilogy click but now seven mobstability shit If it's gonna be shakin' it up, if it's gonna be cookin' it up If
make a profit for my baby and my mother Straight up hustler What's the mental frame of mind? That nigga had to have the roll Be sold or be poor up in
up My niggas all bust, my killas all nuts What the fuck you call us, what you say about c-wall Playa hatin how we ball, nigga we'll be to see y'all And
yo when outta me gotta be Right, that'd be the flatter me right But if the head the bonk c'mon suck a nigga dick Members of my click, wanna see what
We roll with big trucks, whodi throw yo hood up [Hook] [Silkk the Shocker] Some dudes think it's bout rap, look it's bigger than that The real be up
? Can y'all count on one hand? I can Straight up, Dogg Pound Gangstas Funky fresh in the flesh Yeah That's what I'm talking about Yo Kurupt, kick that
gettin' that independent paper All about my ruh uh rap, uh should I shine Beat a muthafucka uh duh down, e'ry time 40 get yo marbles man, get yo change
be straight from the Yay To U.K. I spits this big time talkin shit all day Nationwide, from where I stay to where you stay B like the Savage beast, keep yo
's yo' boy My bo? Whassup you timah when yo ass goin' town? On a mission about my mail to the hillside of Vallejo On a mission about my mail to the hillside
say "Keep it in the family man, you can't miss" Eliminate them haters and yo' mix, fuck tha world and feel bitch Be about your money, nigga, all about
my little homies Ride on yah Bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches {ahh yo, yo, hold the fuck up} Get out the way yo Get out the way yo Biggie Smalls
't gotta pistol on me, I'll be sure I got a knife man Get outta line and I'll lighten yo ass up Semi automatic spray I'll tighten yo ass up, yeah Every
And Flex couldn't save you, even if he dropped a bomb in this You still gon be found in a ditch My name should be Robin Banks, the way I be robbin banks
about some silly bitch named gore? Yo pmrc, here we go, raw Yo tip, what's the matter? you ain't gettin' no dick? You're bitchin' about rock'n'roll,