your freak's house to chill And the both of you understood That y'all could chill with the talking 'cos y'all were straight fucking And for both of y'all, it's all good
Dat Giuseppe had Blow game like da late Desi Gillespie had Dats some good jaw, pop quiz good score She call her pussy merain dat good raw For you lil
this here, yeah shit R.I.P. Big Mello, Screw, Mafio, Big Boo, Gator All the fallen soldiers man, Southside Eastside, Westside, Northside, know I'm saying All my partnas, all
It'll be the nigga, in the damn Polo It's the rap lawing, jackers ain't barring Why I skipped the slab, when I went straight to foreign Said it like I
And all enemies, must be dropped Fuck it I said it first, and I'ma say it again I'm in it to win, I'm never gon rest My 16's be like a quest, better sit
prowlers on the scene, we go our mug on mean It use to be sipping fours but now it's jugs of that codeine Quarter pines be puffing but it ain't nothing
it-ch-check it-check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check it out y'all Check it out y'all Check it-check it-check it-check it-check
quit, will I quit? They claim that I'm violent, but still I keep representin, never give up, on a good thing Wouldn't stop it if we could it's a hood
style Verse 2 I could be wrong but I never got along with cops it's like they stuck from making niggas duck from Glocks all the time my mind's full
crossin when my crew is flossin' Bitches we tossin' And niggas we crossin' It's like a murder rhyme when we hit your hood It's all good The punks? I
t be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically
