't wanna see me Red and blue lights talking on the CB Luitenant and a rookie Damn I gotta cookie All through my shit they wanna take a extra lookie Probably
off a homie than a hoe and to my niggas on Mack Road I know ya know if ya lose a hoe gain a hoe 19 motherfuking 96 let a bitch be a hoe be a slut fucking
Mark Chan, we beat a bitches ass Ask me who you loving, Cam, you been bugging Must have lost your mind, you fought Lucien's cousin And St. Mark's, yeah
, seen the sargaent trooper Look at my body, I lost so much weight Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight I'm tellin papi front me a brick, let
both doc, I'm not the only one It's a package deal, comin' up like a pack of rats Fightin' over scraps, the streets is ill Take a trip to the city of
kill I'm doing it for a thrill Oh I'm hoping you'll understand And not let go of my hand [x2] [The Game] Let me crack this Patron and talk to you for a
] Them four letters is a motherfucker That's forever like a motherfucker Without a letter from a motherfucker? It ain't even bout the cheddar from a motherfucker Write a kite, some flicks from a
I won't dis him I'll enlist him, work with the system It's a big country, ain't nobody's flunky Be cool, don't lose control 'Cause a fool will scold
me a liar. So what you got in your trunk? Oh, just a spare tire. You niggas talked blow, While I sold mine. Like a bad crape, it's locking up in
route The flow is medium rare, now bring a steak out This is my medium here, see how it plays out They all buggin' me, I gotta pull a raid out Using
Mike Tyson And I'm a heavyweight champion, I'm a little nigga That's why its so raw to just watch me just battle lions 'Cause I'm a little skinny nigga
The they lay in a puddle of blood When they layin' to rest, that's for fuckin' with Flesh Even if a nigga put on a vest, then I might aim for their
It takes my breathe like a cheap perfume And leaves me in tears And everyone under the moon Knows it's here Like a dream where you can hardly move So
You wanna rap, here's presents, go rap it in a box You versus me is like a mouse versus a ox Wyclef, preacher's son, I sing a hymn the lights get dim
't runnin' from a thang, 'cause I ain't never been a punk Drama ain't a thang, 'cause I can bring it if they want I'ma let it bang so they can feel it
resist end up a prisoner Hissed in a daze or a faze Because he is in a state of shock, too hard for one to take So in a multitude of crowds I run to
A song by a band called "Marxman" containing background vocals by Sinead. ------------------------------------------------- A thousand cultures stolen
Yeah Yo, yo Asia, whattup God? It's the God Wu-Tang shit Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's just murder this track That's my word Yeah, Supa Dave West Uh-huh, yeah