, the place to be Flipmode Squad, entirety With the God, Cormega No fucking deals, we gets biz like that Stack bills, y'all niggas chill One time, QB
liquor (all that we need) This 9mm (will make you bleed) I advise you niggaz (don't fuck wit me) [project pat] Real playaz like to smoke a Stroke a
wack" "Wick-wick-wick-wack" "Wick-wick-wack" "Wick, wick-wi-wick-wi-wick-wick-wack" "Wick-wick-wick-wack" [Royce Da 5'9"] OHH! My nigga Spyda is BACK! 5'9
you die livin' short but sweet Street crime, time is money, nigga don't waste mine Dispose my 9, throwin' your shine, your froze in time Lookin' at death
my number I said, no ho, all you want is my lumber No, no baby I won't be doing that You won't see me stroking no street corner cat 'cause I'm an arcade
me and my niggas, somebody gonna die You think I'm all poinry, cause you see me gettin' high But my knife, I'll have yo ass seein' out one eye As times
mind's on hump to me my .9's in the trunk, and Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt. Not once, twice, but three times the lover that your man
I'm a tell you how I want it, ahead of time Lettin you know, Cease ain't givin no dough All you get is the sneak preview, the freak show Some La, last
[Verse 1] I'ma tell you how I want it, ahead of time Lettin you know, Cease ain't givin no dough All you get is the sneak preview, the freak show Some
that make you? Become a creature of habitat, the average cat Won't see where it's at, or where it's goin' The hood waits for no one I've been through
Soulja Slim I murdered them and I keep it cocked at all times come look at him I'm inviting you to danger You best to be a banger One that don't miss
me? Then you said, "This place is dead" I will if you chill "And this drink's going to my head (Take me home)" There's still time to kill and this night
Another summer coming with the feeling it brings Another reason to avoid all the permanent things Before you know what time it is it's time to go And
to much Yeah, well I don't mind I don't mind I think of all the time we've wasted I think of all our time apart Your scathing tongue is not the one
he? Think about it So what's on infinitely with me I'm gonna turn to finity for the tough times I pour Hennessey In memory of that one thing that meant one
own right now Cause i'm back from the dead to rule whatever's mine To my black folks never given a back stroke It's been a long time comin' judgment day