shut this bitch down, When I come to your town, I shut this bitch down, & niggas wonder why i ain't be comin around, I'm winnin' races tonight & I shut this
t slip or slide 'Cause when I was comin' up you was talkin' shit Now that I made a nigga suck a dick I know what's happenin', don't think I'm dumb Kid
re coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?) Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't
you know we're coming through (Know we're coming through) Talk a lot with your mouth, well what you gon' do? (So what you gon' do?) Shut 'em down, busters be knowing to keep they distance Thugs don't
get the water to boil OH NO can't no busters hang, I hope you feel me mayne Cause snitches bitches and they ain't been loyal to the game My niggaz feel my pain
't want that shit" "I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit" "And I'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga" "Man SHUT the fuck up" "Whoa slow down, slow down
get the hell down Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit the ground And don't get
no pretenders Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone! [Chorus: Krayzie Bone] I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't
and that's shame How long we'll reign Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang, ain't nothin' to do to get outta this game (outta this game) Run, we came
higher than a mother fucker airplane I ain?t paying for a shit bitch give me brain You know my name call me Bow .. Comin? bitches ain?t come easy My
Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna talk
Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad - I just think it's FUCKED UP you don't answer fans If you didn't wanna
at you like I ain't notice you?BITCH, I had a show to do! Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin mouth while
ball is played, won't starve today Song after song I write so I get paid Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round Now bitch swallow it up while I shut it down
necessary Oh-seven Bugatti with Jimmy Iovine's secretary I'm runnin the buildin, don't make me run in the buildin No this ain't the first time I had my
back around like them ceiling fan blades..... [On the Phone] She don't live here no more I heard she's staying down the street with the dead beat That don't
