have a bag on ya hip to shit through u seen us on a av aint just to get chu but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you 'cause i dont go nowhere
Y'all got no flow, we be makin' hits You like a proctologist, you feelin' my shit Yeah, you all hype like a street team I spend more time holdin' a mic
like a street team I spend more time holdin a mic than Mean Gene Makin beat fiends scream, they be lovin the click Roll solo to the party but I leave
' Curin' diseases, my rhyme pleases, throw it a key Balls havin' seasons, this is a doc trim And I'm locked in, and I made up my mind And I think I'm
[Eazy-E] Now I'mma Break it down and tell a story about a nigga in the wrong territory Sharon and Shide is who he had to meet he made a right turn down
-R-E-Z-E that I can get P-A-I-D, in a N.W.A. wild way then told my sister S-E-L-I-N-A Now my whole family's H-A-P-P-Y Cause Solo's makin all others M
up in a suit, when he used to wear polos I wonder if there's a heaven for a gangsta, a killa, and a shoota I wish some nigga gunned john gotti had went
G Y, the D O double G I'm fly as a falcon, soarin' through the sky And I'm high till I dizzie, rizzide So check it, I get busy, I make your head dizzy I
of a child ? ? steal our tickets Extra points like a field goal kicker Like a fucked up d.a. wit a charge that ain't stickin I'm walkin away, a free
make yo heart beat like the beat of a heart with these rhymes I release busta B plays his part get it start, get it set, I bet we goin G Funk plus timer
, heeeyyyyy, yeah) I'm thuggish ruggish and way too strong, I said way too strong, i said way too strong. (We in the projects projects, heeeyyyyy, yeah) I
or Mobb Deep? Whoever, I freaked it yes, so meet ya death I never wear Esco, I got a new line comin' like cinemas Remember the, original, y'all still tryin' a
a bigger scale On a scale of one to six I'm an 11, you're in heaven when I punish it I got her naked but I know I wasn't gonna hit She was lookin at it
Jack Tripper on Yo Jose, gunplay Artie Clay Capone bought a house like an hour away A yo I done my shit, I son yo shit Don't let me pull a gun and just
right, bitches better get it right Verse 2: Got a license to kill so I stay the gat Roc-a-fella, ruff ryders, nigga scared a that Got a new motto this
Mr. Warkentatoo A.K.A. Jerry and EaZy Sincerely yours Deez muthafuckin' nuts I don't love Eazy I don't love Jerry I don't love Ruthless records Frankly, I
just like a field goal kickin, like A fucked up d a, wit a cross that ain't stickin, and I'm walkin away a free man Cuz y'all niggaz softa than sand,
' in my heart I find a human generator Duke of N.Y.C. eliminator All you need is love, yeah! Like a cool and a crazy freak machine She twanged off and