be wasted They got nothing on you baby Nothing on you baby They might say hi and I might say hey But you shouldn't worry about what they say Coz they
, they got nothing on you, baby Nothing on you, baby They might say hi, and I might say hey But you shouldn't worry, about what they say Because they
hand, come take my hand (Go to that place to get to this one) We'll walk this world together through the storm (Now some of you) Whatever weather, cold or warm (Might
of murder and doom As her eyes appeared to bloom He wanted to touch them But was afraid she might be taken aback Then what would he say? They walked
chicken bone (chicken bone) You and me just a having a ball (yee-haw) It?s a good thing that old mule can?t talk (goodness) Ain?t no telling what he might say
're just the best I ever had And it might take some time to patch me up inside But I can't take it so I, I run away and hide And I might find in time
you had a little foul up She didn't even talk Clicked the phone off But this bitch aint soft Make your next call Might a new some weak niggas Straight
: ice-t] Dont hate the player, hate the game Niggas, sharpen your aim Every baller on the streets is searchin fortune and fame Some come up, some get
Ayo, Ice, man I'm working on this term paper for college What's the First Amendment? Freedom of Speech, that's some motherfucking bullshit You say the
gettin' 'em back With a move of perfection, my dissection Some call it lethal injection I'm gonna fill 'em with hard drums Big drums, bitches, hoes and death, come on and get some
jealous M C's mad 'cause they ain't on the bill Maybe they scared if they say ho, they might lose their cool But I got some news for you, a fool's a
the Limo back seats Lookin' in the faces of some ladies that I never met On the interview tip, no sweat They ask me questions, I throw the words back They say
flow slow And still twist your tongues up Rock the house from night Till the sun's up 'Cause it really ain't how much you say It's what you say I got
say, "Damn, what's his name? Got to give a nigga props, 'cause the kid got game" Mad game, fool, I base my hustle not on strength But think, you say
want the dub-twisting ballers with the ice on their wrist You gotta get your cash right to get in the game Might have to pull a pistol, Flip some caine
West coast, new style or old style You wanna know about me? Check police files Get out my face or you might have a bruised one Brass knuckle prints? Yes, I used some
look like I'm playin' Don't become another victim of mic slayin' What's up? You want your feet in some concrete? I got some brothers that'll do you
polite They realize you gotta get some people uptight Speak the word, your voice will definitely be heard Lie to yourself, you're destined to be to the curb Some