*sounds of the street, Wu-Tang St. Ide's commercial is in the background*. (this is a best guess based on what's heard underneath Rae's conversation).
I'm not payin 140 for them (size 8 and a half). I'm tellin you I'm only payin 90. (that's what you keep spendin your money on). Yeah. That's for real.
Niggaz is fuckin crazy... knowhatI'msayin?. Hell yeah man. Word... you know how niggaz be bitin and shit. Niggaz be bitin mad styles n shit from niggaz man.
They cant hold me down. Cuz I'm on the run,. Lemme tell you where I'm from. Where hyphy's made, golden gates. 40-water (ooooh). And Mac Dre. Throw a hoodie on and come with me.
the first time she walked by he nearly did die cause her eyes were sweeter. lizard sweeter than honey or money to him. curved and her skin. urban deep bourbon in color woman she was.
A Dollar A Rhyme But We Barely Get A Dime. . If You Don't Own The Master. Then The Master Own You. Who Do You Trust From Swindler's Lust. From The Back Of The Bus.
If you don't own the master. Then the master own you. Who do you trust from swindlers lust. From the back of the bus?. Neither one of us control. The fate of our soul and swindlers lust.
Sold / black gold. One strong buck. To the milwaukee bucks. For a million bucks. Just get em off the street. So he don't get bucked. Super agent to rescue.
Sold black gold one strong buck. To the Milwaukee bucks for a million bucks. Just get 'em off the street so he don't get bucked. Super agent to the rescue so he won't get fucked.
Virgin bitches, with rockin' clitches, gettin' riches. Snitchin' and trippin' your way into the here after. The devil carried the cross to Christ. On the back of a black angelic hood rat.
Norman, ooh, ooh, ooh. Norman, hmm, hmm, hmm. Norman, Norman, my love. . Jimmy called me on the phone but I was gone, not at home. 'Cuz I was out parked all alone with darlin' Norman.
That woman in the corner, cold playin' the role. Leave her ass in the corner till her feet get cold. Knowin' for a fact that girl is whacked. If you hold your hand out she'll turn her back.
Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on. . Oh no, struck by greased lightning. F by the same last name, you know what?. China ain't never givin' back that gottdamn plane.
Talkin' dat drive by shit. Everybody talkin' dat gangsta shit. Talkin' dat drive by thang. Everybody talking dat gangsta swang. . Slaves to the rhythm of the master.
I testified. My mama cried. Black people died. When the other man lied. . See the TV listen to me double trouble. I overhaul and I'm comin'. From the lower level.
Show me the meaning of being lonely. . So many words for the broken heart. It's hard to see in a crimson love. So hard to breathe. Walk with me and maybe.
You're blind, baby. You're blind from the facts on who you are. 'Cause you're watchin' that garbage. . The woman makes the men all pause. And if you got a woman.
Uh, uh, keep it goin. Yea, whatever. . [flavor flav]. Now, now, now. Now this is that fly shit, the do or die shit. Made shit, platinum shit that make you so sick.
[verse 1]. . Welcome home to the terrordome. Land of the forbidden. Cause that man be sinnen. And his hand be hidden. To rule the planet. He planned from the beginnin.
Sick footage of the streets in heat. Raw action flood the concrete. My team walks through the night. And fight in the light of a terrorist dream. We watch the scene unfold.