No lying, you niggaz see me comin' down the streets You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders Brooklyn is mine nigga, move over Yeah I'm talkin' to you fuckin
it out like a pencil Treat one like a stencil Just when you think you've got a grip on life That's when you let go where does it go? It's a race to the
P.O gon' violate me (WHAT?) Said "why you acting purish Nixon?", she said "you had no permission" To go to D.C...you know that's out the juristiction
pocket Watch it, got to calmly load it Cock it, pop it, shot it, head exploded And he owed it The murder he wrote it Never panned out Devoted is quoted you
No lie, you niggas see me comin' down the streets You'd think I was flyin', 12 cylinders Brooklyn is mine, nigga, move over Yeah, I'm talkin' to you,
your bitch neck Give her VVS stones and keep her fuckin wrist wet Jimmy Iovine give me big check Coz I valeted the Valentines Day Massacre Put it on
Telon, stone like Sharon, let's see, niggaz say he really Yappin' about how that dick be all that, he blowin' backs out Please, I was in the drop three it was
old song And I rewrote the first part of it to fit the situation The second part of it I left like it's been all of these years Because you can't improve
You don't wanna bump heads with me I know you don't want it with me You know you don't want it with me You, talk an' you soon you will see You don'
' you a murderer and you spelled it wrong You put 'e' before the 'd' 'cause that's all you on You on Pac's dick, you a replica guy If Pac was still
syllable after syllable I just slap you Killin' you fasta than you poppin' pill afta little pill of them tabs of that shit you on But if you want it you got it you
got one You reap what you sow, that shit you oughta know I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I ain't a hoe You know it's been a while but we feelin
to get you out your seat sensation or vibration as soon as you hear the fuckin beat Its the ones you love to hate same ones you intimidate bring it to
I had to get it no time to play with it, my money I was committed And when I got my paper, my paper, I split it When everybody ?? was down with it But
fussin thinkin that a niggaplayamade didnt know I got a muthfuckin tight fade from that Flem, or was it that Joe, or was it that Judd you know how it
] I just keep it between me and you [and you][its between me and you baby] You can call me wen you wit it Then ima come get it Yea we be creepin but
Make you damn near wanna cry Low '95, stack money like homicide Bloodshed after midnight It's just me and this weed tryin' to get right It's bloodshed after midnight It
5, 6, 7 o' clock, 8 o' clock, rock 9, 10, 11 o' clock, 12 o' clock, rock Gonna rock, rock, rock around the clock Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens I was