"Half-A-Mil" (Interlude) AZ: Ha, ha, ha, new drink, Balley's and Henny you ain't got no Henny, get the Remy you ain't got the Remy, any cognac'll do. . .
off [Bridge:] Fell back now I'm back for everything that's mine Them niggaz had their turn, now it's time to see me shine You don't wanna see me angry
ice cream Yo' scans are my scans, right? BLOW IT OUT YA ASS! Now Luda's throwin up A's, and I'm lightin up L's Around the globe gettin paid, you home
a Glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up Nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin' It's
't be fuckin with me (With me) Cause it's a government conspiracy (With me) These fool daisies won't be fuckin with me (With me) Cause it's a government
And this how we handle business, nigga From the early 80's to these 2 G's, boy [C-Bo] Huh, We blaze em up with AK's, double my clip and we dip Set trip
turn to cenataurs Except a select few, the rest will oppress you It's ten o'clock sucka, who the fuck will protect you See I L-O-L at what these fellows
whips Large and rich like the cats from the Godfather's flick I make dough stay low take those 8 O's To yeah yo in case those cato's do favo's My shorty
might be the last time I'm fallin' L-O-V-E forever [REPEAT CHORUS] [BRIDGE:] Understand that I I don't know what to do It's happening again I get that
thang A-B crossin' out the C And we don't give a fuck, West Side C-M-G B-L double O-D Killer E-R-I-C-K-E-T Shoot him up bang bang with the Mac-11 See
80 thousand? You got the four birds? Fo sho baby, im real too You aint got all that moo that's yo head Ahh baby we don't even get down like that, peeps
the eastside [chorus] [Verse 3: A.L.T.] Now it's friday night and everything's all right so just sit back relax and enjoy the flight see A.L.T. hitting
ice picked side burns Iceberg sweats and some icy whites on Don't sleep much, dream of all burnt mess halls And P.L.O., never fell off, even though I
it's time for me to go and get my dick sucked (by who) by a bitch I meat the other day I'm rolling in my 6 tray down M-L-K and uh [Chorus x2] I'm still
ain't with that I leave you tongue-kissin my mack, I push your shit back Ferrari F-50 jet black, I'm 'bout to get that Ladies love L.L. but they let me