with Gotti started makin' classics It?s murder, it?s the courses of traffic Trust was my only niggaz force of habit At the time in the game everything was average Pac catches die, big catches
The street knowledge, part of the plan To keep us fightin' in the street Instead of becomin' a strong black man Every two weeks I see Sam Pitchin' out
black we snuck up around the back We began to attack the eggs did crack on Haze's back Sam I am down with the program Green eggs and ham Yosemite Sam
pram, to the runnin? man Sam, Busta, Rhymes, comin? on time L.O.N.S. did, rip a new design Flavor one, taste the unborn baby Flip before you move or catch
the streets I know you feel you gotta hustle cause your peeps gotta eat Makin moves right and exact; don't wanna see you layin flat Don't wanna see ya catch
hardcore Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee
's the target And now they gots to die Son of Sam Sam of son Buck you with my shotgun Wicked work will be done Fuck it catch a hot one [Chorus
Catch a, bitcha, out there, oughta wet'cha Kinda sorta liquored, liquor kinda sore, measure, grams Digital scale, green eggs an' hams Yams, candy yams, spam, damn Loaded my cheese, peanut butter an' jam Sam
brain And the doctor said he couldn?t get the heart there started Now beat up, drugged up, she feeling the strain She says, ?When I fall, no one catch
one Ya messin' with my nerves, I gotta get away from you Battle of sexes, more beef then summer jam Both blamin' each other, pointin' fingers like Uncle Sam
s my favorite artist Fuck y'all hear the breakdown [Verse 1: The Game] No detox I'm comfortable dog Like the solo Reeboks right up under me dog And it feel
name, Mr. Instant replay Not the instant replay I mean the machine that G-Unit use every time 50 on stage singing like Bitches only feel your shit just a lil bit *****z only feel
[Intro] My mama took me to Sam Goody's I wanted to buy a 50 Cent CD I took that shit home That shit was wack like a motherfucker Don't fuck with Game
man, lunatic, psycho, Son of Sam Niggas think that they mack because they diss Anymore more niggas diss, I'ma get pissed And drop a voodoo hex on that ass Feel
Cause aint no need for that hustlers and hardcores, Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs, The Green Eyed Bandit can't stand it, With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam
It's too late, I love my Ninas and I love my, fours Blowin' holes through the project doors in, knive wars, nigga I love the feeling, and the rush that I get From, Sam
name Sam? 'Cause if it is step off, grab your coat and get lost Wrap your scarf around your throat and go back and catch a rope And hit the road, Sam
't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam