life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop And all I ask in life's for you to be careful Stay focused
[Big Krizz Kaliko] Regime Mobstaz Regime Niggaz Regime Killers Regime Life (2x) [Tech N9ne] Yo, yo! I'm a Regime original My flow's aqua She give me
I was the motherfucking king in the south Well you know, I'm the the motherfucking prince of the city You already know, Santana And when the king and the prince
caddy Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons Check my 12-gage, I see jackers just waitin' Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass Looked for my Zapp tape to pop
the round that kills The art you hoped to mirror, life leaves blood upon the sill The dream you keep dreaming is better than the life you lead The papers
nigga back like I kick 'em between the trunk When Boston's in the house niggaz head for the exit I put the toast in they mouth like it's breakfast [Prince
Just Like Brett Favre I Been Shot 2 Times Just Wipe That Off But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord And To You Father I Would Give My Life Back
Brett Favre I Been Shot 2 Times Just Wipe That Off But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord And To You Father I Would Give My Life Back For It
to the right nigger the right hit you or the bullets coming straight down the pipe just like a picture rob city, change the name to glock city pop pop
Why, why, why, why, why, why Why, why? Cash money, Rich Niggaz, look Loud pipes, big rims, nigga, that's my life As I pull up at the club, sorry, that
on your job, bitch, suck my knob, bitch And get the fuck out my face I ain't got no time and I ain't got no space I pop again until you're finished I'
rise For some who lives more, now life life size All are lepers in my swingdom Groups and troops get friends and they bring them In goes props so pop
Rule got the Drops All it takes is a cock and a pop Money for bail, ain't seeing no more sales Instead, I'm poppin' on Yahts They told me J.Prince runnin
Hey yo, as if 47 MCs wasn't enough I got 47 pop stars, rock stars comin' at you Yo, count 'em, here we go Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do
Just Like Brett Favre I Been Shot 2 Times Just Wipe That Off But I Thank You For Putting Me Right Back Lord And To You Father I Would Give My Life
'em wit a fo' Oh, I betcha stand on one toe With ya arms in the air imitate Fa-bo Stop drop roll pop one time Lean back, Sprewell and pop one mo' Oh
] Listen there was a man in brooklyn, new york city Where the guys are fly and the ladies looking pretty I'm a let you know, that stuff you pop is junk
I'm not from colorado Your acting a little like your rapping to riddles Got harlem looking like we a pack of skittles I'm a tyko fanatic, phsyco sematic, Type blow ? gamatic? , life