like my shit hardcore (Ice-T) Prepare for the night that you never wanted These streets is taunted, blacked out impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner
, fuck a forty ounce I'm sippin' Cristal, pal and represent I shall to the end of the game And just not over these beats but on the four-wheel streets
potential just might ne spill out And then this record won't be gettin' played I'll save that rap for another day -Rhyme pays- Verse four: The front
the hustle won't stop so we flippin' Mo money round the corner (?) movin' and we dippin' Diamond in this water eagles we land Yachts four floors we livin
won't do The old me's gone, I feel brand new And if you don't like it, fuck you The music's on and I'm dancing I'm normally in the corner just standing
Went down last night to take a look around Met little Sadie and I blew her down Went right home, went to bed Forty-four colt smokes under my head And
One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear And it shows them pearly white Just a jackknife has old [Incomprehensible
gonna have to ride it tonight All my girls at the party Look at that body Shakin' that thing like you never did see Got a nice package alright Edit four
that sauce To all ya playas play ya tims and ya hustlas wit ya rims Macks and pimps live on the outside of the corners that you've been Y'all, yes, yes
Keith Sweat, Busta Rhymes Ridin' with the Flipmode on fire now I love to stand up in corners With thugs, holdin' it down Or be in golf courses Sippin
's a bit embarrassing But I just noticed some tan lines On your shirt See, I reckon you're about an eight or a nine Maybe even nine and a half in four
like another Bob Marley day Hitting from the bong like a diesel train And now we're hanging out this afternoon We got weeds in the backyard, four feet
sayin' Now I be riding in my Bentley coupe stuntin' with the top down Four, twenty-four inch rims so heavy they hold the block down Twenty-four Karat
in the street Your daddy's in the gutter with the wretched and the poor Your mama's in the kitchen with a can of Cycle Four There's garbage in the water
call him, Jimmy the Geek He was a dumb lookin', scrawny, little four-eyed freak He never used to hang around with the guys He'd just sit in the corner
. Me steppin', retreat, you can lose your arms, better use your feet. Just pick up my (?) yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, hear the pump erupt. We're corrupt as a four
, nigga lose your arms Better use your feet pick up my cannon nigga yeah yeah yeah Get up off the rock We're corrupt as a four dollar buck Come and get
I'm from a place, really ain't safe, Cleveland the birthplace Midwest niggas, yeah, we stay thirsty tim's in the winter with the j's in the summer all four