're like the sky and I'm like the ground And no one is right or wrong Well you ease my mind Well you ease my mind Well you ease my mind Well you ease my mind
kick the game from the street not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer It's the G-style Gangsta style Some of the times, I write my
Round and 'round and big bass soundin' Down South Hustler, big bass poundin' East west, top down to the bone Motorola, on my cellular phone Change the tone, get up out my
time, I'm feeling like this is my prime I got a lot of shit on my mind when I put it down I'm trying to put seven circles behind my dolla signs And push
cream like cherry jubalee - my steeze put cha at ease like methamphetamines or like Tony Shakks "fan-na-cees" about his wallabess slice fit-een yo meen Big
my true headz in the east Stalkin the block not leavin the house without they gat You best ta believe that fab 5 got my back (got my back) it's like dat
you felt relief Now big up to all my true headz in the east Stalkin' the block not leavin' the house without they gat You best ta believe that Fab 5 got my
the brain But one thing's for sure black God remains [beretta 9] Through difficult times lots of unexpected My pops disapproves cause I wanna make records But check it, my
mine Grab my glock, and then I clear the stuff, like I was code nine [Chorus: Buckshot] Why you wanna fuck wit my Boot Camp? Boot Camp, survivin the preview and Fuck wit my
smoke the next sack.] Chorus Two: 2x Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my crew] Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my crew] Puff mad lye / [Catch wreck with my
want silence, no bubbaclad bullshit Nigga, its all about my grip So the one who starts to slip is the one who gets ripped Kept a chip on my shoulder
time and days of the last breaths of life leave your spine ablaze when my ass bless the mic, c'mon One of a kind, verbal the mind wreck shop Permanent
me Get your mind on your money, get some big faces Before you come around here catchin cases Pimpin, panderin, bitch I'm handlin paper and cheese, comin down with ease
holding, folding Big lemon faces, got real money cause I catch cases Sipping on skeet tastes, and I'ma lean in private or public places Milicated refreshness, keep my mind at ease
page I got on my knees and I say my praise and repent everytime I misbehave You want to get me for my riches better mind your bidness, I minded for you
thangs I kick the game from the street Not the slamma Tighten up my knockas with a big lead hammer [Chorus] [Verse Three:] Some of the times I write my
and big bass soundin Down South Hustler, big bass poundin East West, top down to the bone Motorola, on my cellular phone Change the tone, get up out my
I want silence, no bubbaclad bullshit nigga, its all about my grip so the one who starts to slip is the one who gets ripped kept a chip on my shoulder
