will he walk this way He leaves his bag underneath the seat, He breaths new air back on city streets, He knows love grows but a war must be won, So his bomb
way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we
(Violent J) You guys ready? Alright, I'm first with the freestyle up in the free studio Lotus Pod, Uhh I split your whole fucking forehead open Rude Boy
got a different name, but they all the same So Coolio loco gonna put you up on game We got homies who sell straps, homies who sell crack Homies who sell the bomb
this rap shit Chrome 24s with the fat lip, call the shits? cash ? Fuckin with the bomb squad Dismantle any MC for free, you been warned god Church, Higher
Only like rockin' the stuff that really costs Lip gloss shinin', tattoos on the back Attitude like Mary J, mixed wit Brat You can find 'em at a beauty shop, mall or church
on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low
Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-ter I got a lock ya, flavour to bring Got the championships so I'ma savour the ring Church boy, raised
Bam! I'll explode, just like I were a bomb flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom. Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea, while a parrot sings
moms Back in the seventies, she was the bomb His games top notch, and he don't stop He hit a reverends daughter in a church parkin' lot Tay-Kwan is
disappear like Houdini or who-done-it a Whoridah Got old folks scared just to go outside on there front porch And all this bullshit is going on in church
in some DOORS? Santa, SANTA CLAUS!...Ho Ho Ho everybody's Jolly Oh, you mean the motherfucker who be ringing the bell down in front of Churches' Chicken
Truer than the mack but I'm downer than he is And that police chief named Willie Can take his motherfucking ass back to Philly Dropped a bomb on a crew
way Sittin' on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we
Nigga shoulda been rushed off the stage Feelin nutty then bust a gauge Cut like spades, blowin back out like hand grenades Ya patna's over there bleeding Now you in church
up in church clothes You took the shot, that brought the black hoe And that's cold, but that's the motherfuckin' thing Respect the Mob and Little J and
