[Verse 1: Crime Boss] Come one, come all to see the nigga behind the trigger Bigger then a killa murdering niggas with my little finger Bring your sacrefices
E rocks it [Incomprehensible] straight from my heart My jam is sure to hit the top of the charts Ram is my sign, he's different from all kinds Rock you all
, I live life the fly way Used to bang and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime
And the winner is Hov My man, speech First of all I wanna thank my Connect The most important person with all due respect Thanks to the duffel bag, the
now? East 99, follow me grind And all descending that body underground, way down Me ride and everyone dies And I rolling wid my killas And all, ah my
this rap game. Leavin' no where to run. but even though you tried, they got yo' body numb. Done, Done, Done, tell it be, 1-9-9-9 crime, crime, find, they
you gotta show these faggot motherfuckas That you more of a man Y'all wanna fly like Mike, motherfuckas So they won't find you, or your Jordans again Take a boss
't nothing new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done
do Chorus: {2x} Verse Three: {Kaine} I'm smokin' my weed with y'all Hangin' with niggas y'all ball Just because niggas be takin' it all Told them
in the hood far from away n**gas seem to think that their far from a spray aint no point in acting all hard if you aint cause n**gas crimes over here
ma die wealthy Boss in the game, what the fuck they gon' tell me? A towns auntre, Aftermath, Shady Shady Bobby Creek, we're back Y'all market y'all
camped all across the world Dont make me have to light shit up Got the real canaries boy I brighten shit up Got a sloppy juke in, better tighten that up My cash game
from corner to castles with pawns and capsules Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war I do this all the time, all the time, all the time
, crime it is, no matter what rhyme it is We gon' stay fly, hit lye, rock diamond shits Based on a general's fist of fury Neck, arm, money, all of that
Trunk full of Siamese rats and gnats, yo I do it for the cats in pits, and all the bitches with big tits Five hundred shoe game switch Shake that shake
[U-God] Brand new magnetic Killah Hill scorches Monster talk bosses, spank 'em, step into my office Crunch time steroid big boy itches Eyes that lay for
with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all wanna f-ck em all had my n-ggas down so
