[Shock G]. Got that bang, mayne. Mmm-hmm. Twenties, thirties what you need?. See, this is full spectrum. Undiluted heavyweight bang. Yeah, we moving weight.
My love, My love, My love. What would I do without ma love. My love, My love, My love. . Lately I've been sensing. theres some problems going on with us, (Yea, U and I).
Yeah, yeah, Evie Eve. And you know, you better know. . I keep some chuck's on my feet khakis on my legs. Trunk full of funk, nigga, while I'm breaking bread.
heaven only knows. heaven only knows. heaven only knows. heaven only knows. . (my story). went from dancin' on table tops. to makin' labels pop. for tha love of tha money.
Many mc's are mislead. Mislead by the lies that they pump in their heads. The money and the fame that they're hoping to find. Will never come close to the scope of my rhyme.
(feat. Too $hort). . [T.I. (Too $hort)]. Ay shawty. (Whussup playa?). Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on da road last year, bout '99?. (Da one up in NYC?).
We going to Cuba wit' this one. Yeah, I been rehabilitated, rejuvicated. And most important, relocated. So now, with no further to do. . Now ladies stand up or if you wit' me shake your titties.
Now this this is one of them occasions. Where the homies not doin' it right. I mean he found him a hoe that he like. But you can't make a hoe a housewife.
Intro: Dr. Dre (Lady Of Rage). . Yo yo whut sup?. Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta shit, y'knowhutI'msayin?. Some shit I can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to.
Intro:. . He's Bionic! (x4). He's Bionic! He's Bionic! He's Bionic, Bionic, Bionic, Bionic!. He's Bionic! Aaah Bionic! (x2). . Verse 1: Yella. . There's no measure of the skills that are in his hands.
Yo! Yo!. Zion, baby!. (Con los que andan...). (Abusando!). Mas Flow!. Hay algo en ti, nena. Que me lleva a la locura. (Zion y Lennox!). Se me hace dificil creer.
Comin up in da hood where the streets are cold. Either you gon' stretch or either you gon' fold. Either you gon' ride or get rolled on. Which one is it or they pay u a visit.
Uh! Bringin It Back To The BX!. Wit my nigga Fat Joe, long side my nigga Prospect. Holdin the BX down. Bronx Burrough... Terror Sqaud. . [Verse 1-Fat Joe].
(1st Verse). Let me talk to these niggaz. I fought with these niggaz. Been in court for these niggaz. These is my niggaz. I never once count the chart figures.
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Common:. Yo, niggaz don't want none of this. Niggaz know they can't fuck with this. Turn this shit up just a little more. . I walk the night in rhymin armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat.
Yo, yo, check it. Unattached and calm, sundaes and pills I palm. with intentions to make it to the league. Intrigued by two-letter cars, SE's and GS'ses.
Whatup BITCH? I'm Peavey Wheatstraw. And you don't stop with the heidi heidi hoe. Hi hoe or bye hoe if you're lookin for a sucker. I'm just another motherf**ker.
(Common). Yeah, one two.. Yeah, where my nigga Jay Dee?. Where ya at? (Yeah!). (Oooh, you say you got guns, then bring that shit) what?. (You say you got ones, then bring that shit.
This is for my ghetto motherfuckers. Uh hey, are you really a hot boy?. Oh, check me. . What's your name, cause I'm impressed. Can you treat me good, I won't settle for less.