these dollars before I wrote this here for the government, me and my people sufferin' break bread with the immigrants, not word for recipients tell me what my benefit, long jazz, fifty cents eighty-five
we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags 'Cause that's how we flipped it Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit All of this was around spring eighty
the world know how we roll eighty-fours Scarface and Rap-A-Lot, yeah they opened up the doors Now we lettin the world know how we roll eighty-fours
made me laugh Ha-ha-ha, HARARRRH scared-his ass! Kick the hundred strongest rhymes Then I brought out the punk in him Roll up with the strong five deadly
life praising ice Bang the baddest chicks in the world maybe twice The swag, the gear, the bread All the whips is a year ahead, I only fear the Feds Forty five
Crocodile hat, cowboy rap, hammer game trusty Diamonds on from Ghana, Boca retire in a yacht With the middle name Lex, pop my llama Movies get made in HD, me against your eighty
magnets Man handling mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes, I like eggs in my rice Circus money, read the Staten Island funnies Eighty seven, Shallah
in hip-hop Carved out, in the giant landscape, of broken rocks Whether heard in herb spots, jukebox or malt shops Un cut live, drop eighty-five, in one
day, I Uh, uh, yeah, uh I move through the third world, my third eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I lived, a twenty five
French foreign legion, Imperialism, Peter O'Toole and hate the Ayatollah were all we learned in school Not that we gave Hussein five billion Not of our
to, slow down..} "nine to five is how you survive, I ain't tryin to survive" -> jay-z {you know you ought to, slow down..} "nine to five
you why I'm mad, you kno' what I'm sayin'? I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad These niggaz is makin' five hundred thousand dollar videos
, what? Yo, yo, yo, yo all I need is a big gun and a Coupe that's crazy quick A nice house with five rooms, maybe six A town where money is coming, eighty
, stiff eighty-four Yours is like Evander, seventy-seven slow Thanks to Taebo, I'm thirty-two and O When I catch a knock out bitches bring the cops out Two for five
crazy begets I get 'em my babies, willie my eighties Shit with a Ac white Mercedes, buggin here like my rims eighty Bulletproof glass and frame, I smash the game Like AlPo, eighty five
late eighties A date maybe, in a purple moon I was dippin' so hard that I broke the spoon I like to float about five feet off the floor Offa brown
Rob] I'm representin where I'm from San Diego, C.A. With my nine treys, vatos that duck the sunrays Put 18 on my sleeves, eighty-five degrees with the
fully made Retire from the game, and still get fully paid Yeah It's the Dope House prophet Thirty-five and forty-five in the state, keep it poppin' Boy