motherfuckin house With shorty shy [rubbabandz] Yo.. yo.. I raise all hell when i, start to stain Crab niggaz, I recon, you recognize the grain I bring
want to do a jack, I heat the barrel 'til it's empty, get me See I get friendly gettin' in where I fit Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic
get this money, fuck these punks Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf I ride or die for
'em, I would've put one inside of him But this predicament I'm in I ain't got no time to win (Marlon Brando) Yo we swam up, all I seen was Kirk shoot
worry I'ma bury the bullshit I'ma bury the bullshit I'ma bury the bullshit Feel my full clip [hook] [verse 3: dmx] Aiyyo I bet you this muthafuckin
I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece You know I had to get Bad Boy up on this piece Big shot to my man Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G., one time I'd rather
Three, requesting back-up I repeat, officer requesting back-up Yo this is Unit Two Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now I got him, I got him, I got him
he killed, 6 feet he feel, surrounded by mob skillz Crooked is as crooked does, like crooked thugs And crooked hugs and crooked slugs and crooked luv It ain't neva enuff, until I
: Stretch, Notorious B.I.G. Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
can I'm a still transport with my man on the Peter Pan Get there and bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand So I
Nast', I'm tired of these yo, yo, yo) Shut 'em down start the violence we whylin' whylin' Slain rapper's body found washed up on Coney Island When I
You want to do a jack I heat the barrel till this hippi get me See i get friendly gettin in where i fit Organized is on the track with the southernplayalistic
my left, I've seen this cat throw his hoodie on Yo what's the verdict? For my herc, I fuck around and get murdered Came to Brooklyn, nigga I'd rob on
it up, get your laugh on See you later Dog, I'ma get my stash on There's a bed full of money that I get my ass on I never lose the passion to go platinum
, cause de blast is best [Stretch] Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run
I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make a ass outta yourself tryna stop me I'm cocky, rap's "Rocky",
my man on the Peter Pan Get there and bury the bricks in the sand They think I want a tan, I'm sittin' on a hundred grand So I can hit the boat and take
out here, hold that Picture that nigga, all the real niggas, yo, come on Yea, word up, I look good right? Yo, aiyo [Raekwon] Put my money on the real