, 'cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed. I'll be leavin' sale now on the scene. I can do it. I can kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty. He after me, but I
shit See (? ) got a death wish But do or die and snypaz, represent chi-town Took a life and get lit up quick Rain niggas got me doin this Used to be
tee out Stick-up kid season when the dice be out I'm a thug or star investing in living, n****z sippin' soup Ghost rapper, knocking out your icey mouth N****z in the East
heads... Chorus:(R. Kelly): Pop bottles, shake hands, Recognize, I'm the man, I tried to tell 'em but they won't understand, That Pimpin Aint EZ, I got
you more put it on you all the time you know me a more we got for sure, pure, alivea lore don't trip I ain't leaving you for Jake got Beyonce I got Shante
Paint the caddy candy green hay bay bay Anybody try to hate they gone feel that cake In Baton Rouge keep a big attitude real rude L.I.G im real cool don
ima stay on my grind gettin mine like a real nigga should ima still do me be the same old g. you better believe me. Ima still do me be the same ol g
Uhm.. Really Real, D Really Real.. Yeahhh They really Love D-Real, Ill I got em saying Boy You Nasty Drop a hot song now they saying you can have me..
[Intro: Wyclef Jean] Wake up, Wake up. You've got the power. You've got the power. My people got the east yo you've got to wake up. Midwest dirty south
Yeah, 581 JE A-Town East Side to be exact Ass hypnotic, she got it so she flaunt it Ass hypnotic, she got it so she flaunt it I love to make her mine
be no shit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit Don't start no shit, it won't be no shit I post up get
lyrics screamin' for the antiseptic Movin' on your left kid, and I'm methted, out my fuckin' dome piece Plus I got no love for the beast, hailin' from the big East
, I'm jersey down to mitentry Officer, you're hawkin' the, ninety-three landcruise When it's real criminals, you should be watchin' for Get off my dick for what you don't got
is blowin' wattage out your fuckin' trunks Like peak Puma, I known to give a whole lots of lumps Props I got, coming through your block nine cocked My socks, even got
the real trick deez who can dig it 'Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back The queen of the East
, Keyuan With the best thunder than Sean John, you don't want none Partner, I got a rep for leavin heads swollen up On top of all that, I got the rap
hungry tryna get the same respect that my dad got Got the chopper, cut the weight, nice in the trash box Nigga be on paper, so himmed up from the bad cops How the hoes be
'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scare) You must be scared nigga (Scared) Fuck that shit All my real niggas that proud of they hood