for cash, gun in the dash And I'm on 21 and a half's, for real cannon I got my gat, I ain't walkin' without it And I cock and clap, you just talkin' about
fi flip it and flip it mek interest grow Try, bring it, bring it, mek sure it nuh short Cau mi just a come back fah mi food and nah look back nah stall
' off the wizard of oz Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it Grab the scissors and saws And cut out your livers gizzards and balls Throw
bout no tat And Imma rep the ville in every city that im at And I guareente I'm bring home plaques Shout out to my brother zach And my mother I love you Yea, look
stay with a lady They makin' me crazy And I spray 'em with babies, in they face till they hate me And I'm makin' 'em crazy And they like when I do it
-ass dead or a comatose And if you don't wanna listen My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggums If you want it raw, now Make the call now, look me
a raddish) Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) [
and confronted With slugs in ya head, back, chest and stomach Niggas don't want it or ask for it, so we give it to 'em dead in the club And let them things spit and
and see my name up on the stars And when it comes down to that basic talent I got 20 little cousins that can meet your challenge Yo, stop and listen, and
it I'm that nigga, I got clout like Big Guy and Busta I'm that fly with big guns that splat guys I shit pies, Van Diesel, Triple XI And pull deadly
on the floor, besides the door The sound is rich, and I ain't poor I'm looking for Susie or Wendy or Judy But look at her, but look at her, but look at
noise, let's make real one, and when U want some silence, U can enjoy it by listening to an empty cassette, for starters. Music exits for totally different moods, and
't stop singing, you can't stop singing Well, here's the book I stole it from all repeated and tired-tongued There is still nothing to say And I can
the hat black an yo we headed south Now that don't look right but listen black we be aiight [Incomprehensible] Smokin' blunts by the boxes Ghetto champagne is chill Stop
gone Until then life goes on and on and on and on and on You see there's 8 million stories in the spot I'm from LB fam never stop 'til the job gets done
O'Keefe I come to you beyond belief What made me fall in Guggenheim love You hailed a cab and left and I took the subway home I got some peace and
living room Looking through my whole vinyl collection And you could teach me how to slow dance or something And Ima give you chills harmonizing to Otis, Isley, Marvin And
just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out looking for a female companion I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and