Aww yeah, uhh, uhh Holla if ya hear me, yeah! [Verse One] Here we go, turn it up, let's start From block to block we snatchin hearts and jackin marks
on role Proceed with the onslaught Indeed they on top They all marks And its an outlaw holocaust When I got the sawed-off Niggas gettin' halved off
the curb They never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm
, everyday gettin paid Police on my pager, straight stressin A fugitive my occupation is under question Wanted for investigation, and even though I'm marked
controlled Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alize and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin rhyme I wrote Takin off
Ah yeah... Uhh Uhh Hollar if Ya Hear me Yeah... Here we go Turn it up Let's start From block ta block We're snatchin' hearts And jackin' marks And
me live baby, let me live [Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac] Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala For instance say a playa hatin mark is out
{Take Money} West Side Bad Boy Killers {Take Money} You know who the realist is niggas we bring it to {Take Money} (ha ha, that's alright) First off
) [Intro: 2Pac] I ain't got no friends Yeah, I'm a do this track Westside! MOB, Bad Boy Killa! Hahahaha, hey fat boy... [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, touched
, you cough up blood to EMS Come pick you up, You know you fucked When you get on a stretcher 'cause I'll come in ta ICU, to see you off to heaven The
headed to the hotel after the show I know how to romance you be my private dancer [Chorus: 50 Cent] On your mark, get set girl now here we go Racin off
, me and Bang got a connection That's why I bring the Benz to impress him {?} my zone, all alone homes rattle in my bones Cause he yappin off his lips
cotton candy I bounced up, thats the best part You niggas don't know what pain is The only scar on ya body's a stretch mark (stretch mark) [Tony Yayo
all sweet like 99 bananas That's why I got 99 niggaz wit 99 hammers They all want a nigga to stop Cause I rap slick enough to slip the ring off of Vivica
t scheme on it, I make your dream about it Forever, whatever whatever get gully Shots thru your leather and clothe, With your skelly off Break ya'll clowns off
me), the money I got plenty (plenty) I still hustle, but I don't cop jewels from any (any) I know a stripper named Jenny (Jenny) I marked a nigga named
Verse 3] ES, that's what they call em Schizophrenic like Smeagal of Golem How can we stall em, rappers keep fallin' Y'all are off track like skiin' through a slalom Read the column mark