, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: Method Man I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm
So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it Verse Two: [Method Man] I be that insane nigga from the psycho ward I'm
to do with my shit man Come on, go head with that shit Come on man, I'll buy you for more fuckin' Killah tapes man Open the door man, what the fuck, man
m ak'n bad, ak'n bad, yes I am, yes I am I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad I'm ak'n bad, ak'n bad, we ak'n bad [
boy You'll just be one more nigger in the morgue Yeah I like that man That shit sounds kinda funky don't it Hahahaha, yo let me finish this freestyle tho man
I'm an assassin [ verse 2: juke box ] Now I'm just what you expected, a runner out on bail Hustlin is my job, and I'm paid well I'm used to makin money
. Scarface, not your ordinary dope man On the for reala, my nigga, I'm a born killa Let my nuts hanging out, give a fuck if ya bigger 'Cause I'm that
'm comin' for your fame I used to beg you niggaz, man give me a verse Now you got the dick look because the shit done reversed Now I'm the fuckin' star
dope, and a uzi And then at eighteen nigga I'm back on the streets Hooked up with my cousin jimmy now I'm back on my feet I'm back to slangin rocks,
From the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slave Now who wanna get paid? but i'ma a hustler til I'm dead Fuckin wrong road but it's the
we brought in seven dead and fourteen wounded" And would we come down to the base hospital And see the boys, yeah So we went to the hospital ward by
case the Feds are recordin' me Sign all documents, usin' forgery 'cuz just a near thought of me I'm like Solomon, spoke bluntly Told the word I'm black
I'm sticking my dick up in the game and bustin in that like a train I'm hitting that mayne, look at this grain I'm grippin, I'm fixing to swang My
gonna be a one-eighty-seven Ain't no turnin back I'm strapped with two chrome gats I see death around the corner (damn, run) my time to go I'm ready
) Well, say you bout it, bout it I represent, it's 1990-skrilla It's Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer 'Cuz I'm bout it, I mean I'm rowdy I
(get em high nigga, let's ride nigga) I smoke weed, and hennesey Just to make it through the days man All this bullshit I'm goin through [c-murder]
world of TRU niggas Taking over this rap game It's No Limit for life, lights out I'm the trigger man (Bang, bang, bang, bang) Okay, I'm reloading, ha
though Nigga died 'cause he fucked wit the wrong hoe Its the sign of the times man By second thank God that I'm alive man Peace to my dead g's Fell short