the twelve gauge thug You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas Blood, me fillin' 'em ? me murder. I show no mercy Turn your back, clack back
my trunk Old English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk They pump bone, so leave 'em alone You don't wanna get shut down Thug
move your tongue Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass And smash and crash Protect my niggas for combat Leathaface at ya and on your
kid [Chorus] When you got big dreams Don't listen to what nobody say and don't let nobody turn you away When you got big dreams Keep your eyes on the prize don't
fuck?!) I don't know if I ever told you this, but I love you dawg I got your motherfuckin back, just know this shit [Dre] Riiight? .. Slim, I don't know
that And I don't ball too much, ya dig I gotta ball and chain at my crib who want my ass home My heart-BEAT N.Y.C. metronome But can't adapt to where
up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??) Top Dogg, bite em all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah we hookin back up And
right time Multiply, we don't die, the streets don't lie What, so neither do I, I'm bad for your health like puttin a pistol up to your face and blastin
it Turned my back and grabbed my gat and guess what I told him before I shot it: "If you don't quit, yeah, if you don't stop, yeah I'm lettin my gat
over again and over your name Betcha they get over your style and over your fame Why you lookin sad at me, I ain't the blame Back to plan B baby I can feel your
US, too much now throw it up Then I'm back up on it, sippin that tonic, baby fill my cup And ya don't stop, git it, git it I say don't stop, git it, git it Party don't
, too much now throw it up Then I?m back up on it, sippin that tonic, baby fill my cup And ya don?t stop, git it, git it I say don?t stop, git it, git it Party don?t
Don't let Makavelli fool you homey thuggin it costs Pour out a little liquor for the loved ones that we lost You ain't gotta wait for the album I don't
jacked Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back Payback, homey I'm bringin C.A. back And I don't do button up shirts or drive Maybachs All you old record
t nobody getting out I paint a picture that's perfect so you can see what I'm saying I state it perfectly clearly so that you know I ain't playing Cause I don't