Fuck 'em, let the law end 'Cuz we simply get the raw end Coffins open, dump 'em all in Nine millimeters, three-eighty's You're feelin' me, kill 'em '
free Now the world know my government and I'm lovin' it All levels from White House to the covenant Big boy, when the mics and the lights on You get a three
, and went to work, my forty dollar hat was hittin I bit down on a wintergreen certs, I stepped up and started spittin I set my pace: I said, "Excuse me, but I scored
tire Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car and mashed out Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine three
nigga?) They took my money and my credit card, now I'm poor (Government snitches are amazin') Mama, I don't wanna sell crack no more (Just listen, only take about three
You might catch me, crossing the border Crossing the water, three ladies out and deported, it's going down I caught 'em swimming, north of the border Lost in the water, caught 'em and scored
take a journey to that three and i'ma start in the melph Chorus (unlv): From the mac to the melph to the calio.... I carry six guns, three eighties
the infidel, In the back with some girl named Isabelle, And I'm a, you're gonna what? I'm a wreck this, the freshest, Thermoelectrics, technics and a set
by the five Wildest niggaz just smilin' 'cause it look live They gave her forty years in New Orleans, callin' me boy Shorty was young, by three days
guess I'll use my token. I'll walk through the gate if the turnstile's broken. Big daddy, if you're down with me, Get on the mic on the count of three; One, two, three
LIKE ME The state of hip hop, will continue to be fucked up LONG AS RAGE LIKE MY OWN SOURCE ARE GETTIN' SPACE ON THE NEWSSTAAND SEE I'm playin by a different set
the real So chill and bring ya corny act to the flow And shake ya money maker for the big Y.O. With the mighty Ha and the one Chadeeo It's time to set
of parole, outta control The first fell a Tuesday this month oh sweet thang Plus it's a sweet day, me next score for three days One time they say what
I can't lose its Impossible Plus I got a Chopper 50 Shots bout to be droppin' you I be bout straight hittin' the beef kicker the set then Leave the set
Warner you got cornered scouting report, can't scramble in the clutch But when I get down, it's third and inches threatenin to score How you gonna tackle
try to give An iron-clad leave to yourself From a three-reail billiard shot? But just as I say, It takes judgement, brains, and maturity to score In
me hot Acid rain, a capell, wet you And upset you, get you death threat, on cassette, it's the project Reject with the mic check Set to be the son that set
kiss and caress her under cover Island lover To kiss and caress her under cover Man have him woman from oh so long She give him whole heap of loving and satisfaction She never ever set