on the double-glock and, the fiends roll up for rocks, and is, this perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel, and I hit the fences. Rippin' up me trench and
package And they would send the dope back then Numbers, pimpin and robbin, well they still robbin and pimpin But it's small change compare to hip hoppin And
I do, you know that's how I do Chorus(2X) Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfuckin.. Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and
s just too late for you All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice Keep it up and i'm gon
change ya [Verse 2] It?s a righteous kill, I don?t do nothing but write and kill Drink 40s, smoke el, push the white and krill I move strong and fast
fuck wit Jane? Where you and her sleep at Lyrically inclined and inclined to get lyrical Checkin' for residuals, rhymin' be the ritual Ill individual, bad habitat, watch my voice
count Gregory and Sue, that makes number 1 and 2 I'll count Boris and Igor that makes number 3 and 4 Maurice, Jane and Eloise, 5, 6, 7 if you please Theodore and
asleep to the door Next thing I know these fools jumping out of my bushes and got me face down on the floor Now I'm getting hit, kicked, and pistoled with and
umped me down, paged a nigga on my beepah. As I continue to adjust the amps and bust the speakah. My girl paged again, and again, and again, As I'm diggin
you and her sleep at Verse 2: rah digga Lyrically inclined And inclined to get lyrical Checkin for residuals Rhymin be the ritual Ill individual Bad habitat Watch my voice
Blind Fish in a wide river Who is the gift and who is the giver Is it a matter of choice where you go Does it give you a voice just to know You're here
escapes. Once you know the number 0, you believe you know the number 1, because 0 plus 1 equals 1. But 1 is not 0 plus 1 in everlasting union unless
daddies, East Point It's all about that ses in yo chest Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfuckin' Organized Noize, PA, Goodie MOBB, Big Gipp And
men Against me and Dibbs and Art and the God Loves Ugly crew And it's like a line and I walk in between 'em And I just start goin off Like Cuz, Blood,
go on stage... Right, well, speaking of stages we're the latest phase in hip hop And I mean face it..hip hop sucks without us And we're the best that bust and
cause those be the one to hate There to temporary Trill and to permanently fake Get up off my nuts and tell ya chick come get a taste I be spuing like