good You said she wouldn't I knew the bitch would 'Cause I'm a veteran, twist them in the game so fast With this pimping, bitch, you ain't go last I
all that there I spent green mayne on that bling chain Make you scream like the silly nigga from Ying Yang As God is my witness, my fist does clenched this Green like fist
dues weren't paid. MJG In the middle of doin crime (Uggh), it never stopped me from writin rhymes It never stopped me from playin music, God, but it
ask what's goin on with rap, white kids actin black It's like McDonald's sellin fatback Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks I'm hearin rap from
for me to grow up, I feel it's time. I got a picture of you beside me, Got your lipstick mark still on your coffee cup, oh. I got a fist of pure
the show? What all that yappin' mean? how the fuck that fit the plan? where the fuck you from homeboy? you ain't from my land I see you in the club, in
lame, type killin' in the game, music I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever From the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure Selling weed out of cleaners From
, get down Everybody, everybody have a good time Last night a DJ saved my life Last night a DJ saved my life This is a request Mr. Radio Man Just one desire from
hyphy beat And now you wanna fight with me? Make me mad and I'ma fuck your wife to be I'm from the Eastside where the Raiders play Where you get your game from
never last long Hustlers get they cash on Hiders never act out Riders known to slash out Pimps only get paid Simps truly get played Wimps never fist
Liza's had enough of men She said she won't get burned again She said they don't know how to fuck Her last boyfriend's a schmuck Shared with her a nice
bone There's no soul He sees no love I shake my fists at skies above Mad at god He as hollow as I converse I wish he'd waken from this curse Hear my
YOU FROM?" shit Cause I run shit, my way, all day, I don't play cause it won't pay Niggaz wanna play with the pistol, you make me get pissed though (YOU GET A FISTFUL
about SHOUT Said I throw you out the house,you throw me out the house I throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth Fist fight 'till we turn this
jugglin' both Perhaps mastered his craft slash entrepreneur Who has helped launch a few more rap acts Who?s had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last
a breath Shots heard, underground round the rapture Worlds eye captured At last a Mexican pasture Masked screaming land or death within a breath A war from
, we gotta take the power back Come on, come on We gotta take the power back The present curriculum, I put my fist in 'em Eurocentric, every last one