Ruff Ryders niggas, blood in, blood out. Sheek, Methical. Yo yo, hey yo. . Soon as I cop the nine, I pop the nine. But when I take it out the box, I represent Lox.
[Hook- Perion]. You can find me on 24's. Blowin on a pound of dro. Getting gone in the wind. Sitting behind tint. Getting bent. You can't see me. But you smell the smoke.
[Intro]. Yeah Hi-Tek. For who do we aspire to reflect our own people's death. For who's entertainment shall we sing of agony? In what hopes?. That the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly.
Welcome to San Quentin Prison Westblock. And you don't run a motherfuckin' thang in here. So shut the fuck up and keep your eyes facin' the wall. My name is Lt. I Don't Give A Fuck, now stretch.
Man: Yo. What up D? Huh?. You bought that from Tower Records?. What's that, let me see that bag. Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it. Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging).
Hit me. . Going, going, gone. Now I dialed 911 a long time ago. Don't you see how late they're reacting. They only come and they come when they wanna.
Can it be easy as 5 4 3 2 1. Damn sun. Heard it was easy as. 1 2 3. We don't control the 3 e's. Still we be on the plantation. And you be in trouble b.
1 million bottlebags count 'em. Think they can bounce the ounce an' it get 'em. Yo, black spend 288 million. Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz. An' don't know what the fuck it is.
veinticinco (25) horas al dia.. vida mia... ocho (8) dias a la semana si te da la gana... veinticinco (25) horas al dia.. vida mia... 8 (ocho) dias a la semana si te da la gana...
Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!. John John, could, could I get your autograph?. Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid). Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just. Could you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?).
These 4 walls, these 4 Walls. They tell all, they tell all. [They ater effects]. These 4 walls, these 4 Walls. [Don't think them walls,boy can't tell on you].
Intro:. . Oh Oh Oh~ (Oooh it's got me hooked on you). We both got what we got but. Nah Nah Nah~. Tonight it's gon' go down. . Verse 1:. . Let me start by saying this love is no fantasy.
50-50 chance, 50-50 chance.... When I got a nine it's a 50-50 chance.... . Straight youngsta. Tryin' to survive in the streets of my town. But everyday another brotha gets bucked down.
I'm grippin' the wood, I got money to burn. I got a three way freak and she ready to earn. I make her open it up, I make her give me some more. I got a Bentley outside if you're ready to go.
Uhh, do you take, rhymealinda. Do you love me tre, do you really love me?. To be your lawfully, wedded, wife?. . Uhhh, uhhhhh, I do, I do, no I don't, I do.
It's got to be grand, nigga, it's got to be the hustle, nigga. It's got to be the muscle, nigga. Who else they gonna goddamn call to talk this shit, nigga?.
4 tha hustlaz. 4 tha hustlaz. 4 my hustlaz. 4 my hustlaz. . Aiyo, this ya boy PT right. This for all them niggaz down tha road. Everybody staying down in this mother fucking game.