never play me [Unverified] Suckers don't, but some do The real troopers bring the Ice to you And close friends to me, yeah, Public Enemy These stations have high
5-4-3-2-1 Carolina blue kits Hottes nigga on the block Used to willie bicycle since I was six High school cross-over wave to wave pics Music is the same
same spot he stood since, eighty-five well When his stash slow, he be crazy Say he by his moms, hit her on her payday Junior high school dropout, teachers
morning/ I'm a POD, so we gotta keep it goin' cause I can get higher, higher/ If you can get higher, higher, then we can stay right, right/ You know
my music, my music. My music makes me high. (Bizzy: Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes.) Supervision: I??¦ making love to my music
with a name like 'Face (Face Mob), havin his way, the homie did his thing, right? You just a peon, the type of bitch I'd pee on High sidin a nigga, rollin
Cent] You can tell I went to school on a small yellow bus Never bothered me, strong arm robbery I went from countin' Jelly donuts to taking the most From my high school
think he live, he think he cold He think I'm high, I'm in thinker mode Eyes low'd, I let the skies hold the thoughts The streets are like the high road
, do it, ay, music, ay High rise, elevator life I'm gone in 60 seconds Or Talladega nights I know I'm living wrong I wish I could make it right But baby
It's only right that I address this Gotta be in it to win it I never come lame, type killin' in the game, get busy It's only right that I address this
seventy-three Old school, every time I roll through All you suckers know who all the bitches go to, Short Dawg Be my dirty love, be my dirty love It's 'cause rap music
some mack shit for your ass, boy Fuck him up, Short Get in where you fit in, fool You was a mark up at the high school Now you're hardcore like CB4
players ride the foothill strip They ride chevys, cougars, blazers, vettes Five 60 benzos with ferrari kits They love fine ass bitches, rolex watch Top let down on the coke white drop I love my high schools
that rhyme At you 'cause I'm jammin', so check me I play the music, even made the beat 'Cause I'm the most rappin', most rhymin' Rollin' in a drop-top straight high
[8B] Space, Age-in baby [TS] Right right right right [8B] One time [TS] Beyotch! [8B] Yeah, you know how they like it baby, nigga you can't retire! Verse
'em) I used to sell weed in high school, smoked the profit I never sold company due, I can't knock it 'Cuz the inner city public school system is fucked