Flames and nitro shaking ground Deafening noise, what a sound My helmets heavy And I see some tits Smoke and fire Yeah burn and rip Quarter mile 5-second
(feat. Mad One, Mr. G) [Verse 1] (Mad One): Its a Limousine full of smoke - smoking big baby Going off the Hennessey and Coke - drinking big baby She
show me where the fella live Ain't that his baby sis', get up in this Mayby' miss Before I pull this curb and start swerving like Baby sis If he heard
S] True indeed (Haha, You know how we doin' baby?) [Jadakiss (Styles)] Keepin' it Gangsta, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo How many men could you kill? (Let
Them n-ggas is talking baby Don't listen to that sh-t Don't mind them, they just talking baby They know they can't f-ck with me baby (That mean they
What about sunrise? What about rain? What about all the things That you said we were to gain? What about killing fields? Is there a time? What about all
I am the man they couldn't hang A forced-fed son of romance dressed in hooks who kissed your head, killed 12 dead baby I am an addict burning winter
I need someone to hold onto and cry, It was you but now your dead and gone, baby, I need a new pair of shoes A place to hide how ugly I am, Tonights the
,little low, Anyway the wind blows,doesnt really matter to me, To me Mama,just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger,now hes dead
to corner, block to block Witnessing nothing but bullshit, first hand Niggaz killing niggaz, know I'm saying Everybody killing niggaz, you know I'm saying But we the main mo'fuckers, killing
your badass over Ridgemont you be dead before you get to Ridgecrete You think it's a game, but I've been working on a straight aim I'm ready to kill If
t got nothing left And the only thing that's promised to me is more problems and death Cause there's some niggas looking for me and they might be near And if they kill
see? A fuck-nigga from Atlanta named after me! (What??) I put that red dot up against his head And said "Fuck-ass nigga, I should kill you dead. "A thought
*s bastards allergic to cash this year Makaveli for the Mob, M-O-B Killin bustaz is my motherf**kin job, him or me Lyrically fatally driven, ni**az reported missin My competition dead
'm the type of soldier, A ni**a that seen Everything in my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my parents get killed To my muthaf**kin eyes I seen my brother kill
Me and my closest road dogz To my dog named Musolini, Big Syke, Thug Life baby The return of the mashers, you know how we do it Hahaha! [2Pac] Shit half
Get in the fuckin car.. get in the car (Heh, say you, you scared to ride in my car cause you, you think niggaz gon' be blastin at it It ain't even that deep baby
