-skin fool ya', I will f**k you up. . . . when the thugs cry This is what it sounds like [this is what it sounds like, this is what it sounds
stand out/ sound of bone take em to beverly hills and round off/ ante up rubberband quicker than you can get an ounce off/ uhh,back to the real world
Of all ya?ll, all ya?ll, Like a nas?y bitch, give?it nigga raw dawg, raw dawg, Any nigga putty, hit it, catchya, sawed off, sawed off And I?m ready, I
are blind And shed light to all the mankind written in rhyme I preach to each to get off your ass, stand on your feet 'Cause everyday it's niggas lyin' dead
losses I took in the gut yo the work 's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind, you whippin ' the truck load my Pop dead, but he live through
Intro (Eightball) Yeah, Yeah...Space Age forever..Niggas and hoes better recognize Eightball & MJG...been ten toes down in this game since we were two
Then I'm better off than dead When the smack begins to flow I really don't care anymore About all you Jim, Jim, Jim, Jims Everybody putting everybody else down And all you the politicians makin' crazy sounds
a muthafuckin' song And if you can't pay it, keep movin' on I'm into somethin' that your fake ass never can handle With your SP-12 and your raggedy samples Better
my dick, holmes Poppin? pills 'til niggas droppin? and fallin? off the fuckin' block Some niggas doin? good and some niggas on crack rocks Some of these niggas make a betta
the good old days, 'member the sound 'Member the sweet mustiness underground No, I don't feel the need for relivin' Some things are better off dead
the good old days Remember the sound Remember the sweet mustiness underground No, I don't feel the need for reliving Some things are better off dead
look you in the eye cut off your breath When you fall feel your knees shatter The bones breakin' with your weak blatter Pissin' on yourself it don't matter Dead
You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I won't back down, oh, no I won't back
that she's sound asleep Who's wakin' me so violently and why's he on top of me? "He's rapin' me", she tries to scream "Somebody please get him off me
You can sound the alarm You can call out your guards You can fence in your yard You can pull all the cards But I wont back down Oh no I wont back
bitch You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of
inclined to sound better then other rhymers don't bring them fools around him he'll make them look clownish Countach Lambo shoot like ammo through traffic with green trees I (blink, dead