sheriffs, six of his best men want my head Stole two horses Thought you was the law, that's why I jumped in the bushes Goodness, now, she was hotter
Turn to realize that everyday I can do it if I only pray Maintain, 'cause a nigga was lusting For money had to get it cause a nigga was struggling I hit
in a coffin before they get me man Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin' We buck Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
with the intent to kill him Woke up and my shovel done soaked in blood Put 'em in the mud Don't know what it was but his gut was Still drippin' off me
after thirty five million still thirsty thirsty [Chorus] [Krayzie] Now yall know niggas been here since we was runnin around with Eazy-E They was like who was
mutha fuckin joke nigga it ain't worth it And even if your mother gets in it you cant surface It was all purpose Just like that bullshit you was serving it was
both of 'em I went inside, watchin' him break it down When he was finished, he handed a nigga nine A nine millimeter, nine zips Said, ?If I sold each one for nine
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
for his shit Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude Unloaded on his ass he was hurt Six shots put his
was 1986 and I was twelve years old That's right around the time when crack came out It was the best thing that happened to me I swear to God 'cause I was
, I'm alright I'm alright, I'm fantastic, I'm all Nine years of lovin' you That's now flushed down the drain Six years was a bundle of joy The last two was
'Cause yet if I begin to Live to my potential I went to School for fourteen years and my best teacher was experience I reminisce and wish I could go back in time to eighty-nine
Nine, four, eight, one B'day Mission one, I?ma put this on When he see me in the dress I?ma get me some, hey Mission two, gotta make that call Tell him
it's a big-ass joke Playin' like kids, I think you want me to spank you Ninety-nine on the charts with a ship anchor on your ankle And if you niggaz
popped) As I run around with a racist My style was born in the 50 stair cases Dig it, eff a rap critic, he talk about it while I live it If Red got
in the house Yoo-hoo watch the birdie, while Red wreck your brains early If rap was B-Ball, I'd have assists like James Worthy Dribble the rock if you
, I'm six-foot-one with a big ass gun To carry it you'd need a waistline the size of Big Pun But I move crowds without a gun like if The New York State