put bullet holes in anything that oppose through car doors and clothes Amateurs and pros, hard-head niggaz and hoes, also friends and foes Let it be known that you'll lose your
Assata. We share the same Blood, Assata, yeah. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your Soul. Your Power and Pride, so Beautiful... May God bless your
a BIG ass! (Yo man, sic her.) Aiy man, ay... hey sweetheart, how you doin? I'm doin fine. Oh word? What's your name? Rayshel. Why don't you come over to the house so I can put
With somebody else's face in your head Everything's cool, the rent is paid The house is clean, your bed is made But it's a ghost town in your mind You
should be thankful And your carelessness, it is something awful And no, I can't just let you go And though your father's name is known Your decisions now are yours
head and a part-time job Slanging at OB's birdstand Washington High was the school I attended Til '87 graduation came and I wasn't with it Kicked out the house
enter your physical frame, penetrate Like pushin' your face straight through a window pane With twenty bars, I?m Sinister God, administer pain To your
no real shit, nigga '91, Cypress Hill burst upon the scene Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out
your face and there'll never be one to take your place 'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can Michelangelo's soul controls your hand
I'm a monster when I hafta smack the shit out of a novice actor Using my 'hands solo' and I don't need chewy Over your head like Yamakas and Koofies
hustlin rocks on my block, cause they gone pay gonna make my fetti, keep the beat steady drop your drop on the belly, make your trunk wave keep your corner
a lick-hit nigga all I do is do dirt Leave a red blood stain on your all white shirt Gucci man so gutter, I steal money out your purse Lay out in your
We run from red and blue lights to get the green But whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen [Verse 2 - T-Pain] Teddy Pain, Teddy Pain,
my dresser is where the desert lay Put the Audemar away, today feel like a present day Raindows in my diamonds, you would think my bezels gay Passion, Pain
y'all You already know what it's about when I run up in your house Put the gun up in your mouth and get the money out the couch Hearin' you out is senseless
, so ya hamburger beef? I french-fry 'em To drag done ate your food Like I know to raise your dukes so guard your chin up Drag barrels, but shit, I spit-bubble your
, we bang out Since my man died, we don't hang out We blow brains out, we tear the club up pullin' things out Mafia World, all my niggaz max out We Bad
here, this better be this mother*** house Oh s***, what, what's wrong? It's that red dot on your head man What red dot? Oh s***, you got a red dot on your head
