better, all you chasing some form of Rock [Chorus x2] [Lidu Rock] Who that nigga that be breaking all the rules? ROCK [Woman Talking] Rock, Rock, Rock, Rock.my ass. Nigga what
busters still can't see Y'all ni**az can't f**k with me (Outlaw) I been, handlin stress in this s**t for years Blazed out sheddin tattooed tears Now, Rock
a rock And I'm hot like fish grease and nigga so is my Caddy And I'm steady catchin static, move the traffic to the alley Out in Cali niggaz rally others all for
'm all for it This the, life for me and the law can't spoil it (riiight) So you can call it what the fuck you want But I'ma ballin alcholic with a
my life's story Ain't no glory in pain, a soldier's story in vain And can't nobody live this life for me It's a ride y'all, a long hard ride [2Pac]
hehe This go out to all the magazines that supported me All the real motherfuckers All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers
to make a mill-ion, lord knows Ain't no love for us ghetto children, so we cold Rag top slowin down, time to stop for gas Beep my horn for a hoochie with
for love, duke, I'm looking for respect I leave you with options, like die or hit the deck I'm a thug poet, you know what I came for, the dough Clap-clap, y'all
twelfth collect dust like pcp fiends I see through teens like X-ray machines The smart dads take they kids evil schemes (You know all these motherfuckers) My man will disgrace y'all With y'all
over tracks Let me get down and just relax We gettin down y'all We gettin down y'all We gettin down like this We gettin down y'all We gettin down
motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka
no shorts or losses [Hook] [Verse 5: Bizzy Bone] Bone y'all Bone nigga that's startin' some shit up what? Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs All
Okay, I've never heard of workers gettin five G's pay For trips that last for only 2-3 day How these Guyanese niggas be eatin pasta but they love zucchini Rockin
gangsta lean, what, what Yo I split your whole spleen if you know what I mean Call me little rabcash, I get you for your stash VIP pass, ave all the
treat anaerobe This is shy nigga I mista all of that Fuck a mattress, put this bitch on the almanac Dice what they hittin' for, 'lax what you sittin'
minutes ignorin' the gazers 'cause some stars don't get petty and that trash you talk is just New Years confetti it's like that y'all, but that's all '
neon I'm a Lion like Leon But I'm 'bout to go off, cause that is all I know of I don't have to show y'all, I'd rather show off Yeah, Travis on the Drums
