me Nigga never leave the house without packin a gun And that's real leave it for the dollar bill Niggas'll holler a??Kill Killa?? then start flexin When
wid Trues Smoking the sweetest cheeba drinking brews My motherfuckin' niggas killing when it comes to my screeler Bang bang I gotta stay down for my hood thing [Bizzy Bone] Never ask where the killas
make make make make your trunk go [Verse 1:] Man I gotta be fresh and I gotta be I'll We locate from the jungle where it's killed or be killed And I
are just like some kind of hero More then cool, all brando and de niro Dressed to kill, boy I think you know you will Just like a time bomb ticking
and she laughed when she could Well closer to god is the one who's in love And I walk away cause I can Too many options may kill a man Loving is fine
m talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips Throw down your rag and get on the right track, man It's time to fight, unite and be a black man Tone-Loc
you'll never get to Heaven" Mama said Remember Mama said Ticking, ticking "Grow up straight and true blue Run along to bed" Hear it, hear it, ticking, ticking
work to do Meanwhile right now someones 25 to life and is standing on the corner with their thumb up hitchhiking stretching off a lotto ticket hoping
You had to kill the conversation You always had the upper hand Got caught in love and stepped in sinking sand You had to go and ruin all our plans
) You hung a man after dark (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Cease the violence! (THE NAPPY HEADS ARE COMIN OUT) Yo who got the power, to make a man raise
my folks Sav livin with my vo-cals, Outlaw like my nigga No-ble Fuckin bad bitches at the hotel There's nothin to a boss, man we live it up Smash for
Affiliates nigga, pay attention! Time, power, man Gucci real man Shawty red on the track know what I'm talkin bout- we back at it! (shawty) Shawt man
I got real high And things got real slow a??I started talking like thisa?? What's goin on, I don't know And then I sold my car For Grateful Dead tickets
Won't stop writin til this shit cease Until someone's there to police the police I'm sick of all this everyday harassment (Sick of hopelessly watchin my man
staggered in a cipher, Turning human traffic to a five car pile up, We leave them all for dead, I used to think big till it killed L, Pun, Smalls and
speed, (Funny Man lay off the weed!). Oh people get jealous when I'm skatin' on Dayton`s, and that's like Freddy Kruger hatin' on Jason. That's got the Funny Man