be in the flats chillin Look at me now spittin Teeth still grinnin Pass through my hood Big gully A R keep swingin Paid so I'm boastin I can burn bread
P gave me a clue Now we rocking 1-0-8 down to 88 point negative 2, ewe Big up the Offishall gal crew, it's Mr. Richie if you never knew Now you know,
YOU! Boy full time shoulda learn You play with the fire get burn (Cho!) Making money a blood jails dem concern When the record deejay blaze it make it burn
nigga wid the 12-guage (Pump) Mr.Sawed-off Leatherface, so you betta pray Eternally thugsta, east 1999 Gotta give peace to the S C Ts and the one big
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.
her, her drinks on me ?Cause we got money to burn as if it really grow on trees ?Cause her beautiful body got me willin? to party And she got a big hold
World, good head and victory you aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me your whip aint up to date and your hoes look like Mr T This is Misery, no
i walk the streets I rock wit da 4 cds [not a force ehcos....] [Method Man] Chin checks in effect Catch red (Put him in a yokes snap his neck) Mr. M
I walk the streets I rock wit' da 4 CDs, not a force Chin checks in effect, catch red Put him in a yokes snap his neck Mr. M.E.F, the bigheads is at
World, Good Head and Victory You aint doing it big and broke stop kidding me Your whip aint up to date, and your hoes look like Mr. T This is Misery,
Ladies and gentlemen, you're now tuned in To Mr. Sho 'Nuff himself, Phizzle, Phizzle $hort Dog, big pimpin', daddy Lil' boys keep to the side while we
m the real artist Hear they songs, dumb niggas father's Under my wing like Sanford and Son Weird sons, I'm a big gun like Big Pun, Big L and Jason Ghostface
Swayze, no time for the ill shit Rest with the niggaz on that real blood spill shit My rappin' tactics are drastic Stretchin' motherfuckers like Mr.
As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street sermon, these niggas are determined As the world keeps turning, chronic keeps burning Street
the skull from the big chrome gat, peeled cat release yourself now ya niggas know one more dead mothafucka on the street from the Mr doc
I'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. Doc, Baby Reg, Brotha Lynch, Big
'm like a new stage Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave Twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, Mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big
to the LOX and Beanie While them hoes backin' that thang up on my weenie It's like no nigga in the world could see me When I Ruff Ryde with Drag-On Rollin' up big
