know they can't hang Don't give me no lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break north Don't make me get my gun and blow your motherfuckin head off Once
' dollars Rap's outta control, yo, yo I be pulsatin' dominatin', up above Run-D.M.C. style, stop and show love E-Dub, I can't fall off, it's no way,
Them Niggas And All My Niggas [chorus x2] Don't Don't End Up dead Nigga Don't Don't up Dead [Game 2nd Verse ] One thing about me, always keep it
Ayo, I'm a D-Block nigga - I don't respect wack rhymes If you had a gat in a clock, you couldn't kill time Yall cowards don't want beef, why even start
radiati Suntem rasi in cap, Carnatii spun ca suntem `nazzy` Avem relatii E-adevarat sunt radical Si visul meu e sa ajung `pi` `r` patrat Ma jur pe 2Pac
niggaz Yep, the tool is kept But we can take off the gloves, and we can do to death Don't get it mixed up, my chips up I'm glued to checks Don't
ready to let it go boom Now these devils really fear me I told ya last year, nigga holla if ya hear me And one-time can't fuck with my 4-5 Do or die
I can blow uuuuuup For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin me Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto Life [Verse 2: Baby] Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy
a mama you birth me, Brooklyn you nursed me Schooled me with hard knocks, better than Berkeley They said you murked me by the time I was twenty one That shit disturbed me
't stunt I stunt hard And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it But in the mean time You can call me Young Roy, Jones Junior Fightin' the
didn't see skills And I ain't playin, you a brother gettin cheated And Ja Rule be prayin on his color cause he need it (2Pac: Get on your knees and pray
're not 2Pac Don't make me, too hot and you're not Shootin' at me, with the only shot you got Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac You'll get
not 2Pac Don't make me, too hot and you're not Shootin' at me, with the only shot you got Ja quit playin' knock it off you're not 2Pac You'll get popped
called back [Chorus: 2x] [Outro] I want to dedicate the song To everybody who came before me And everybody that they came after me If I ain't matchin
or alive fuckin wit me Ask the last bitch that tried to come and get me Talk about paper, I can talk about broads I can talk about movies, I can talk
work every hustler's hood [B.G.] I can't lie - this world is scary to me I carry two gats - you won't hear nobody buryin' me [Juvenile] None of my people
t wanna see me stackin G's They after a playa but I won't let em capture me I gotta thank the lord for the weed and a nicotene I can't sleep close my
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley Take me away, like I overdosed on cocaine Take me