shit Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe me I'd much rather pick up a pencil than a pistol
door Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Every night is a Saturday night Saturday night for me I see things a little different
some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face With a one-two punch, B-Real and Andre dropped they verses Your homeboy Daddy Fat Sax playin' clean-up
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most Cowardest rappers He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
of school or have abortions Stop workin' hopin' that they find a man that will support them Up late night on they mother's cordless Thinkin' a perm or
I don't give a fuck if it's dark or not I'm harder than me tryna park a dodge But I'm drunk as fuck Right next to a humungous truck in a two car garage
my mother say, "Fuck" If I stuck with 'UB40' then I woulda been in love But I didn't, I got involved Cypress fucking hill taught me to make a fucking
I'm about to go Andre the Giant You a sell out, but I aint buying Chopper dissect a nigga like science Put an end to the world like Mayans This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov It's a
of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime, there go another line you figured Never drivin by nine, never givin up a
death, death, death Fuck with the niggas with the guns And you might get shot, get shot Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all? To death, death death
bless his city that's why shoot, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot, shoot 'em up Shoot 'em up always nigga, always that's why I shoot 'em
involved everything we was dissolved We all hard as one, but together we raw And there ain't a nigga that can fuck wit that We split up, we tied up,
the lead off Copper thought that he had me caught Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up The bullets they start to get lit up Number
creep on a come up Niggas be tryin' run up but I bust, and they drop to their death Now they done up, gun up, hunt my blunt up Creepin' 'til sun up,
is my family, my family. Krayzie: Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up, boy, don't fuck around, and get zipped in a body bag off in a grave,
worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry 'bout a damn thang, a damn thang Don't you worry