take your best shot I've seen it all before, I remained true While others dropped I've got a tight grip, I'll stay on top I'll hold on...until my last
Says I'm responsible for black smith and wessons [echo] Putting up on ?? in the military state of mind [echo] Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined
's keys we're leavin' You always seemed so sure That one day we'd fight in In a suburban world your part of town gets minor So you're standin' on the
up in the wreck yard Chorus Callin all live niggas BOOYAH!! Callin all live bitches OOH OOOOH!! Yes I hold a pound for y'all Say what? Busta Rhymes hold
in this place I looked and saw on your face A smile that spoke to me In oh so many ways The Sunday morning bells Rang out that all was well Sunshine across the yard
street like a rotting parade They poured gasoline on top of a lake And then they set it on fire so nobody escaped They built my city on top of a grave
now we can finally be on the level as you like to put it just settled So hows your life man, lately you seem really down whats it like living on that
And even with the heat on my side Some how I still manage to catch cold, My hats low So my eyes ain't seen Bandana on da neck Cause I might bang a hammer
Gotta get up, gotta go to work Work so hard that your back all hurt Hurt so bad cause you work so hard Pick that cotton, work that yard Yard is hard cause
's keys we're leaving You always seemed so sure That one day we'd be fighting In a suburban war Your part of town against mine I saw you standing on
in the lap Lunatics in the street gotta keep the heat Sixty on the bezel, a hundred on the rings Sitting pretty baby with a cash money bling 12 am I'm on
-Blue I got something on my neck worth more than yo house I got something in my yard worth more than yo spouse I got something on my wrist worth more
like me when they heard me on the other one So its only right that i hit you with (scratch? Oh i think they like me when they heard me on the other one
as some God damn thiefs Yo - hold your head up, you only got your life left Make the right step and don't sing the wrong song Fight somebody your own
sock niggaz up Far as the flow go, you could let your dough show Put your money on the table We could battle on cable Y'all hot dog niggaz get nathans
the toothbrush and go for the jugular You see me holdin' on these hind bars Screamin' fuck the world ready to go to war I stay focused, keep my eyes on
on Little nigga either blast or get blast on Life's short young nigga, get your mash on Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on If you see death around
hold the steel for you Gilded and kill for you Do you want me? Yo, lil' Mama I got you anything, you can call on Bath You and your man fight, an' I'
