(Jazze). Yeah, W-J-I-V-E radio. You damn right we jam. The phone lines are ringin off the hook. But I'm not gon awnser them 'cause I don't wanna hear shit you got say.
I-20. Yeah, I'm on tha block that pistol-play a cold blooded killa/ n*ggas recognize my name/ I-dub, tha young dealer/ you better tell ya' man that wit' tha guages I'm nice/ I'll shoot up ya'll white shirts until ya'll look like dice/ but I'm through wit'all tha talkin' time to show all you n*ggas/ I-2-0/ I'm like J-Lo/ goin' through n*ggas/ DTP, we ain't playin' if you try to get our pay & ak's get 2 sprayin' like.........../ Bottom line that mean I'm bout it/ any n*gga want it, doubt it/ bust you in tha broad day/ on a street that's fully crowded/ find a whole inside ya chest/ just 4 thinkin' it's rap/ and tell that pretty bitch thug we got some pretty big gats/ Shawka say I'm shot out/ & I tend 2 agree/ so you should watch what you sayin' if it's intended 4 me/ So be careful what you startin' let my fingers do tha walkin'/ & that uzi get 2 talkin' like!..................
I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's. Beat knockin' with the big blaze choppin' nigga. I'm smokin' dro, choppin' O's. Ridin' dirty, candy paint, lookin' purty.
Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked. In the pen' gonefittin to rock cause he did wrong. Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone.
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Chorus:. Here's a lil'story bout some niccas like we. Never should have been let out the elemantary. Dolla Boy and I would like to say. that im the hardest nicca from around my way.
All rise, order in the court. The honorable judge muthafuckin' Too Short. Presidin' over Superior Players Court. First case is the State vs. Fate Wilson A.K.A. Baby Flex.
Make way for 2-0. . Don't make me swang on ya bitch ass. Fuck around and pull that thang on ya bitch ass. Shit, I like to get to fightin' witcha bitch ass.
North, North, South, South, East, East, West, West. . Shit, Got a nigga gone off a fifth of Fayo and apple juice. Throw up a deuce, Keep my hat banged to the left and ain't scared to act a fool.