'll be a 'Category F5' Handle military with automatic weapon so let's ride Love to the honeys, and everybody that running the north And they whole city
mix it with the hard rock Designing this rhyming for climbing Tech N9NE he's unwinding The shining it's blinding Greedy so we constantly grinding I been in the game sixteen
fuck with these Ballaz, y'all can't hang with my city Plus there's too many bitch, niggas, out there claiming my city We about dissing you bitches,
in C.C./ A water bed/big screen t.v./ He getting money but he ain?t savin none up/ Dropped a grip/bought his big new dodge truck/ He sixteen but he deep
drive fifty five Oh no! Uh! So I signed my name on number twenty four, hey! Yeah the judge said, "Boy, just one more, uh! I'm gonna throw your ass in the city
sideways, this way thatta way I'm looking for a big seat I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way Hoes see this type of shit and go reala I'm riding city to city
servin' Short than a motherfucker snatched up by one-time Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime So here we go, we in the inner city I keep
tell you I've always wanted to tell you But I never had the chance to say What I feel in my heart from the beginning 'Til my time today I was fifteen, sixteen
-weight Rent the rider's truck, think about the impact it might make Mix 'em all together and your work can be seen for sixteen miles by the naked eye
Cut my teeth in kentucky, dynamitin' coal, Turned sixteen on a tanker, haulin' crude from mexico, Worked my way up to washington, made the timber fall
going on up there There's probably ten or more of them sittin' all around Smokin' that stuff and drinkin' that hard liquor down I've been living in this city
Going back to the city hurt Taking to the streets at night Home alone, tucked in tight Everything you've got in spades Your sixties remake (Hey) Bat
turned three Felt real bad So I took her in As a second personality Just yesterday Wanda said "Without a doubt I'm moving out I'm moving into the city
dealerships and diners The soldiers fill the hotels on the weekends I saw the pretty women as I walked through town Well, I moved away soon as I turned sixteen
vikin' pieces of eight I got your money and your honey and the fly name plate We got wenches on the benches and bitties with titties Housin' all girlies from city to city
at the door?) It's P.A. baby with the Don and the Mo' Now honor my flow, it's fifteen years in the makin' Now it's just sixteen beers in Jamaica I'm
, spit 'til no bars is left And all y'all teams can feel my sixteen bars of death Sixteen bars of death Rap monster on cassette, never runnin' out of breath Yes, sixteen
Diggy ain't beamin', 'course I should be on this song Yeah, I'm a child of God, my reflection is on Yeah, I'm only 15 and, but my sixteens is strong Didn