me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While this cops bragging about the nigga he's
guns, that's me The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price Yoke that's nice, that's me The one that's
, I think I'd die We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick But if I lost my mind, you'd
get loc'ed It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker Mobbin' through the town tryin' to murder muthafuckas 211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs D
sexin' Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin' class And I'm buckin', blastin', straight mashin
gives a heck? There's no type of path to follow It's all about a dollar, fuck bein a scholar That's why your report card's through Like a BizMark beat
the time, "Yo your lyrics is hype We got to get together and make a record of some type" I said, "Man, the hype behind Run-D.M.C. and Cool J What the
't get caught or be slippin' 'Cause today's society ain't trippin' Ah, hay, Ah, hay, Ah, hay Yeah There's a fortune in this business There's a, there's
What what nigga huh huh Nigga what what what check I'm shooting flees Polluting you and your niggas Better run from me Coming through in that strap
where da fuck I'm comin' from I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin' son Hit and run, get it done, get the funds, split and run Got
's how I live But bucking up will get you rocked if you're a bullshit kid I like it stylistic, c'mon let's get with it Coming up with fresh new rhymes like I'm
, bounce What's a sucka? The type nigga run around frontin' Aim with the click but still be Most Wanted What's a sucka? Type that start it but won't
to the mic 'cause I'm always down for action Many M.C.'s fall to the dust, some will rust 'Cause I bust and I crush, you can't touch I'm the child of
I can't lose give the fans the chance to choose, fuck you who's the illest, who's it really up to rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier tie
records live on, from now until infinity I'm from the 34, live in 3D Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy like I'm Figi Spit the truth til I die, give a fuck you
dollar man Fuck y'all, I'm gettin rich The world make me sick I really wanna live it up It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up I stay
