of the revolution And then they try to blame us for drug distribution We don't own no factories and we don't own no planes California ain't the place
splifted Funk Doctor who? Spock bitch don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express to get the fresh package of bless, tha dogs can't fetch
don't excist. That wouldn't save yo bible kissin' ass and even if he did We like to twist the mist [? ] - genetic dead end - don't got friend! Skam is
wasn't practical I'd rather led a tactful, tractical, track for your fancy In fact I can't see, or can't imagine A man who ain't a lover of beats or a
Hey yo, what's up man? Hey, yo you been here all day man Ya'll been here every weekend man, I don't ever get a chance to rap first man! That's cause
the game and don't deserve to be down [J-Ro] Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick back De La, Xzibit and Tha Liks came to get that And what you know
county jail, 2 tees(?) coming home now, yeah homie shit changed, niggas don?t bang like they used to, and I can?t dunk like I used to, niggas don?t move
in your chest, You can?t fathom the dopest flow, amateurs don?t you know, What ever happened to a good old fashioned broken nose? Don?t become a casualty
[Verse 1: Suffa MC] Oh you sound like a bitch man nymphos in your clip and disco riffs man I'll you this ok it dont flip man its like OJ, little glove
It's been six months and my dick ain't havin it If I don't hurry up and get me some ass I might bust this nut on your tv glass! Anyway, been workin on
or rock for the exposure Now look man, I don't mind doing a guest spot for my peeps Or, or, or doing a benefit show, but don't lie to me pussy Coz I find
the back bouncin to "Jigga What" You got your hands up and I ain't even stick y'all up (E'rybody get it up) Throw the hands up (E'rybody get it up) Throw
other guys don't walk to much And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much So they ran up town and sought them dudes to trust I don't
say I get drunk And don't know how to act I don't know how to act [Shawnna] He don't know how to act And I don't know how to stop And I don't know how
-vines roam where chickenhearts don't exist Settin up shop, it's hands on in the hustle Fakes don't kill nuttin but time and don't tussle The process
me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left We just, moved in silence
opposed, you bout to get shot down Tryin to fly above this Illa-Fifth compound You've known since the get-go, I rock your disco Ain't nobody badder, but yo you get