nowhere to hide, don't quit just yet, your mind - overwhelmed, your brain - almost gone, your sense - all numbed out, now you're lost with no way out, no way out
serious wit it, they ain?t nothin to joke about And while I scope it out I love the way you bounce Shake ya shit tuck in ya ass in poke it out, come
Im just doin' what I gotta' do flyin' with the rest of em' still got my Nike Boots flyin' with the rest of em X5 still got my nike Boots South side what
Newark on Market and Hasley every fuckin' day Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way it go down nigga, slow down nigga Brick City muh'fucka, that's the way
Real shit nigga Yeah that's what I'm talkin' bout Getting' it in out of the concrete boots In a coupe a hundred ten Blowin like a flute Fresh off of lockdown Straight out
Niggas hate that fact Sauce don't give a fuckin' nine Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine Guess who's the odd man out, I guess we got
then see who represent Not with them thugs ridin' wearin' them black reebok tennis Niggas fifteen, sixteen, seventeen Slangin' iron from that Josephine
now and then When I gave Jack that whistle he knew I thought the world of him Mama made the girl's dresses out of flower sacks And when she ironed them
, half animals If you are what you eat, and eat pussy, you's a cannibal And stopping me, is what you cannot do Either get in the game, get out the way
dead Iniquitous in every way Now he's come out to play Cyberface Iron will Programmed to corrupt and kill Cyberface No escape He is interfaced to Hell Cyberface Iron
Angola Shoot out in that 'Nolia Knock ya head off ya shoulders Juvenile: I ain't about no playin When I'm comin' get out the way Gun play, bussin' a
more than real Niggas ain't supposed to feel, hot nicks ya know the deal If you read the resume, gives a fuck what niggaz say Timb boots to pave the way
knows the county will If the city don't bury you baby.... Lord knows the county will You made your last mistake.... You going way out on that boot hill
decline and fall Janie took a razor blade and cut off all her hair Had swastikas and iron crosses tattooed everywhere And she can't concentrate on anything but hate And she's out
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon) I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh) [Chorus One 2X: Weebie] I love the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE! The way
to Baghdad and the rest of it I set out North I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps And hunkered in the curb side dusk Holding out
's, blocks Ox tails chopped up in Caribbean spots I'm nice, maxed out, creepin' wit the ax out Murder these bikini bitches, switchin' with they backs out
