clockin' But cock-blockin', I squeeze often While I'm in this chick crib with both wrists locked in No rhetoric, kid, pistols poppin' Bodies droppin', I'm just dockin' One slug, two
she watches too much, it?s just not healthy ?All My Children? in the daytime, ?Dallas? at night Can't even see the game or the Sugar Ray fight The bill
do the math nigga They be like, "Damn, Nickel you be runnin' through hoes/holes like you a shoe string" I tell you two thangs One Don't ever disrespect me Two
, yo, yo, yo When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback shit Know what I mean? Tired of y'all muthafuckas and shit One two, fuck around and clob on one
I pull my gun out, and bet I get another one tonight Your brother died, bet your mother lose another son tonight I'm clever, only time we party, when we beat a body Or
or more Two bagged up, four went raw Back of my mind countin up the big score Violators from the door, she lookin up from the floor Sore from all the pain her body
Uh huh, well the name is latifah, you hear me coming through The spreaker. hit it mark, 45 king I am a bill, yes I'm only a bill when It's time to ill
want it (Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) [Chorus] [Verse Two: 2Pac] Tell me is it cool to f**k? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or
in the club gettin' real buck [Gangsta Blac] It's kind of hard to keep a fuckin' mil If yo name ain't Holyfield Kick back in the MC resident Countin' dollar bills
we all wanna do something extraordinary which is to kill, a thought, a person, or a situation ahahahhahaha, but because two muthafuckas can't agree on one
great big round of applause to To a new group Ah, shit, Scarface is on the mix So, yo, suck a nigga dick Or make a nigga rich or somethin', bitch See
you want it (Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) [Chorus] [Verse Two: 2Pac] Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or
You make traffic stop Oh baby your body cause accidents Been diggin' you for a minute So I've been at you since day one Now we on stage one So
the rear, that I'm standin' here And can't afford a tissue for my tear Should I drink wine and brandy or get a Job puttin' stripes on candy or put a
with Joe Young Tongue below one, spit dumb, moron For white boys to snowboard on So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want? Chew spearmint gum two double pump Two
From Argos, Elizabeth Duke Maybe you're the skywalker to my luke The Darth to the Vader Flip Over the Crossfader I'll serenade you with a bag of space raiders Or walkers or smiths or
From Argos, Elizabeth Duke Maybe you're the skywalker to my luke The Darth to the Vader, Flip Over the Crossfader I'll serenade you with a bag of space raiders Or Walkers or Smiths or
tool the Mother fuckin (cannon). Other words I'm the real for real We can go check for check or bill for bill, We can go chick for chick or skill for