First class people, better than the mob First class people, more equal than others! See them sit in their first class cabinets Painted faces smiling at
push ups to pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge mossberg to pump up your chest have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest fear me like you fear god
a word he says 'Cause none of it's true This only goes to show What little people can do! And little people know When little people fight We may look
Hate him or love him For the same reason Can't leave it The games needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son we trust 'Cause
ups to pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge Marksburg to pump up your chest have you gasping for breath after that shit under your vest fear me like you fear god
in LA? Did you stand there in shock At the sight of that black smoke Rising against that blue sky? Did you shout out in anger And fear for your neighbor
, two-seating Hate him or love him for the same reason Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in So in God's Son
yo, they got me poisoned like ivy Y'all been waiting for the boys to come try me Quick on the draw, fast on the finger like Mike Lowrey Niggaz funny, first
old timers puttin' in work Like Mr. Frank he sold fruit, watermelons and herbs Even though the times was hard I didn't fear no man but God You lookin
them push ups to pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge mossbert to pump up your chest have you gasping for breath after that shell hit your vest fear me like you fear god
do all them push ups to pump up your chest I got a 12 gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest Fear me like you fear God
on the street people heard all of the beats That I rapped or maxed on so throw the wax on Pepa is that strong, make a hit rap song First class status
all those push ups to pop up your chest I got a 12 gauge mossberg to pop up your chesthave you gasping for (Air)after that shell hit your vest fear me like you fear god
got a twelve gauge Mausberg to pump up your chest Have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest Fear me like you fear God cause I bring death
