and stompin' your feet And movin' your body while you're sittin' in your seat And the damn ya start doin' the freak I said damn, right outta your seat Then ya throw your
your fuckin brain out (Ca$his:) Walk through the door with my hands on a gun Cause niggaz 'round here wanna ask where I'm from I throw up my signs, step
I'm from the S O U T H side of C A, why they try to P H Still hit em up with that E A, G A to N G S T A So fuck them them other N I double G A S Hate
c-e-o, but I ain't far from it So if I ain't far from c-e-o That mean I ain't far from havin' c-e-o money Can't discuss what I'm worth, but I'm worth
, caught inside the beast Meanwhile on the street saying no more peace My man, Sto-Bo, kid hold your own In a cell locked down not far from home And
to the basketball court? Yeah, yeah, that's the one Oh, shit, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, turn the lights out Turn the lights out, c'mon through
QBC here to drop a G, yo Look into the eyes, 'True lies', your whole click despise Especially me, H A V O C, don't want your chick 'Cuz she's burning
Jess, Jay and K-Mac they used to work them narcotics Like my nigga L-Wood and Renegade from the street products We used to jack from the rich, and then
Here we do it like 1 and 2 and 3 and to the 4 R to the O to the C's at the doe Cruise make a move get clapped on up So so def that's wassup So give me
dont work i'm above the rim Between the legs and behind the back Yeah i'm small but I got that Now tell me Chorus (R.O.C.) Now look up ahead dats me Far
many 14's Hittin' your home up, hittin' at everything movin' Lookin' and losin', startin' chaos and confusion I'm bruisin' your whole family, dress 'em up in dark colors Then come to your
came down, Moe-Yo I'm gone chop Ain't gone stop to the T O P I creep I'm putting it down from the M O to the E My nigga Noke Deezy, all about his cheezy
fact When I add or subtract comes back plus tax Your minor setback leads to major combat Improper contact leads to mortal combat Hole in your starter hat and your
won't fake it Usually bust records on gettin' butt naked Made for the Benzi, drive a nigga skins he Pump the tape, grab your dick, get with the Puba frenzy C
.O.P.] Hahaha... they think they rid ourselves We definitely got to give the drummer somethin (c'mon!) Slaughterhouse (c'mon!) M.O.P. (c'mon!) Everybody (c
in your Lex or your Lands, turn the jams up L - not stutterin' the name, who's the man, what? (Montell) Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, c'mon M - my masterpiece, monumental O
I questionmark your heart, punctuate your fate All your version predicates, done as well as you pronunciate In the [unverified], we're gonna break you off the isle (West) Take C.O
with your friendship If you lackin' up in this jungle, then what you breathe fo'? *****s's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes Far
