warriors All ova we victorious takin ova ya territory Notorious and devil-alition and we know a level All you feel it when I kill it hit it spit it Get
we thug, could of been all hood The flow's all love, thugs could of been all hood Pick up on it, never fully get it, this Bone flow Smilin', hatin' but
if not they better check my background. Try to stick me I'll fill your back with mack rounds. Ask prime nigger 50 don't back down. I keep it funky like
on Niggas know, if not, they better check my background Try and stick me, I fill ya back wit' mac rounds Ask 'Preme nigga, 50 don't back down I keep it
you My hand, wrist, ears and neck laid Nothing but straight fire for a decade I'm in the polo rounds, polo down Feelin' like when Tony put Manolo down Y'all
structure never seems to get any higher Because we keep kicking out the foundations And stand useless while our lives fall down I believe in life and I believe in love
draggin' Aw, comin' down on you hoes Comin' down like I'm Hova I had to rock on the stove I smoke a rock when I roll You know that presidential, pass it
have it Don't you want it, want it? Want the money, money Don't you want it, want it? Want the money, money Don't you want it, want it? Want the money
throwing of my vocal tone It don't work, I show them the chrome and flash the greens Coincide wit the red beam, and hear about it All day on street scene
niggaz like dough, light 'dro Nitro, might flow, nice clothes like, whoa We bag it, then flip it like, whoa Cars we jack it then strip it like, whoa Fully equip it
just give a little love and it all comes back to you, You know your gonna be rememberd for the things that you say and do [Manga] Yo, And i fully beleive
How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) How ya want it we got it (Oh yeah) Hey Mr.
time we be rippin' it be blowing it down Blowing you off fuckin' wit' the hottest niggas around Like it's when me and my people run through your town Holdin' it down
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee' The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies
out, I'm cleaning niggas out like Spic 'N' Span You want beef with a mastermind? But it's fine, pass the nine, now it's disaster time I love conflict
time And it ain't no way that I'ma let it get by Ain't no lie, deep down inside Just to hold it close it wanna make me cry No mo' drama, likin no laws