hood faces 1-8-7 case, cop into a lesser charge Three strikes hit you with that L Lock behind bars, bellin' wit' a strap Punks seem like it's waitin'
carpool lane Once again it's on, big chiefin' Remind me of the noisiest place Ladies all over the place, and niggas super laced How we like it, saggin' in my 5
in the 9-5 Oh so you gon' buck 'em down just so you can stay alive I thought you knew but these fools keep crossin' me And I be feelin' like the devil
like Chopper Read, Can't hold me back, I'm back around again like stalkers, My mic holds a force like a sword or a tomahawk, To Conan, walking with no
's backed up on the 405 And the smog's so thick, you can cut it with a knife But it gives me time to think about my life I take the 10 to the 5 to the
Beanie Siegal, Philly is where I'm from We from P H I L A, period PA, period, Eve they hearin' it Believe they fearin' it but lovin' it though I hate
Man I'm just like a dude in the crib wit no food in the fridge And I'm just like the guy that you saw that was robbin' the store And I'm just like the
pause and slow ya walk so maybe we could talk and i could try to charm ya im just tryna find out who you are i dont mean to come off like a tellamarketer
imported from france? Does he move like michael jackson when she gets him to dance? Does he sing like sinatra? Does he spend like trump? What's a queen like
for everybody To get they muthafuckin' minds right Cause it's about to go down Straight like that Oooh Uhhh Kid capri Ill na na And the muthafuckin' l
matter a fact just pour me a drink babys looking right, i can tell with your face walk like her, talk like a pimp, ball like its all like a pimp baby you know who it is, L
's soprano 'Cuz I played their ass like a fuckin' piano Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy Breeze in the motherfuckin' house from the L.A. Posse And
you smarter than I'll ever be When we take that walk Come here baby, yeah You sexy motherfucker Come here baby, yeah You sexy motherfucker Horns stand please I like it, I like
in trouble, always bein' a ham. when I was 5 we were all on the stage with these cardboard clocks l You know, two feet across, tied around us with string, like
We on top, no stoppin? us now We got Patrone, the ballers two-steppin? Ladies on the float and all of 'em two-steppin? From L.A. to Harlem two-steppin? From L
s ill, cats kill Still black man holds nine, gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H, be the light of Shamar Work hard, Shamar, C-Cipher A.L.L.A.H Adapt bars snatch
at your face, so set sail or rock it And kept drivin', pull off like the Indy 5 G In a four time Ford truck with Speed Like the motion picture, this
listen, keep a gun, even if it's not needed Better that than to have none and to be in deep shit We mold on niggaz like Bacteria grows Fools they lucky if they walk