Diablo Hit with 42, one more than Diallo Whoa [CHORUS] [O.C.] People gonna feel us on this here [A. Bless] It's Wildlife comin to ya this here [O.C.]
hangs (damn) I stay G to the T, E to the B H to the C, the streets raised me properly Block monopoly, always some shit in the block Cali building got
I gotta do my thang to get da cheese again U cant see me ya betta believe it mayne [Verse 3: Bow Wow] I cant lie, I love b-o-o-t-y (why?) Cuz I neva
every man Chorus Houston, Phoenix, Carolina, Jersey, and the Keys Denver, Boston, Mississippi, Georgia, Tennesse Dallas, Cleveland, Cali., Philly, New York, and D.C
Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (Remix! Remix! Remix!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Real talk word to mother it be the gutter brother Back
Ground Music! Flipmode! Aftermath! Here we go! (REMIX! REMIX! REMIX!) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Real talk word to mother it be the gutter brother Back
of flesh So the head won't fall off, hauled-off Sawed-off shotgun blast, he asked Why did he have to die like cast metal? O, huh, C now like Omar Credle
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a g told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace
chain back, What I look like the mudafukin Police, It's certain rules you got to follow, when you in these streets, Especially when it comes to this Cali
sell weight, hammer close behind me like when you tailgate I know you a snitch, I can see it in your eyes Shackled up, D.O.C.'s, all my niggaz on that
males (makin cracksales in the buildin) (How else you get the benz) with the suede on the ceiling? (Blood in) blood out (me and homie) back to back (Both
a world tour, with Jay and my man Going each and every where with the mic in our hands London, Paris, New York, D.C Detroit, from Chitown, to Cali We
home and that bitch made me dinner Rolled a couple phillies and I went up in her. It's the capital D, the L-O-C Can't nobody even fuck with me, hell no
