What are you gonna do when the ink runs dry What are you gonna do when there's nothing left to write When there's nothing left to say when it's all been
have to bust you niggas Ridgemont till the day I die, visit or deal with it I'm making a mill with it, Puff and Z-Ro trying to get it Cause everyday, all
less fortunate, and had to hustle all my life Listening to people say, its gon be alright all my life I even got a lady that's been faithful, all my
Pac] This go out to Cato, Mental All the niggaz that passed away To Geronimo.. (?).. all the down ass riders All the niggaz that put it down, all the soldiers All
't - blame her I would do the same All I could give it was my debt and my last name Cause in the game things change livin up and down This hard life got
Method Man] And Tical [Redman] Slap it down [Method Man] Way out of bound [Redman] Roll in a towel [Method Man] Fo' we gun down [Verse 1:] [Redman] Yo
Crisco Hitting your face Spit in your face like pistol shit My style, wild like wipple whip I go back like a pistol grip It's pro-black, Kweli! [Chorus
how Pistol Pete say it The roof's on fire? Let the motherfucker burn Mo Thug, ThugLine, Bone Thug, it's your turn Slap these niggaz with a pistol grip
pistol best believe I'ma shoot a stupid motherfucker down, shoot a motherfucker down Chalk his ass in the dirt with a bullet in his mouth And I won't lose sleep cause when it
is protected (?) [Method Man] And Tical [Redman] Slap it down [Method Man] Way out of bound [Redman] Roll in a towel [Method Man] Fo' we gun down [Verse
Tical Slap it down Way out of bounds Throw in your towels Fo' we gun down Yo, flipmode, toilet bowls explode When Doc come drop a shit load Grip fo
, passenger side, pistol grip pump Fuck it I just did two lines A chrome tech nine, it'll tear out niggaz spines It's a party, go on in and have fun '
't blame her I would do the same All I could give it was my debt and my last name 'Cause in the game things change livin' up and down This hard life got
If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it up If it's beef, fire it up, if it's beef, fire it
] [Sean Paul] They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul) Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (all y'all) I done seen niggaz
uder their tools Will it be a bulet behind their ear Don' want no moaning No tears, telephone cords I took out that wall No one could stop all the
