deep all black we killers Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast Bitch nigga
murda all year Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us A hundred mill is deep all black we killers Nothing but the realer niggaz and we
time as we do it like this, yeah Grand Puba, common sense Yeah, yeah, yeah It's all love y'all, it's all love y'all It's all love y'all, what you say
have my peoples rob you Flunky , all the stations gon pump me Street shit I show another face like humpty Niggas , that's my word is bon We gon hit you
of the sniper hype at dawn Long live Def to the Squad And we smokin' everybody out there, shit, it ain't that hard I brings classic drama microphone embalmer Have
stand me It's all about my family, it's all about my candy It's all about the crush, all about the feelin good All about the rush, all about us, the first
me, we all ticking Schizophrenic, up in the kitchen With a black fifth up against my head, just, click, click, clickin' it We check the barrel and start respinnin' it We
only way I get involved if it mean more dough Uh huh, Sauce Money, E 4 O You know they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank
Uh, Zee I got waiting haze, my customers ho's, sleep with me We have small beef, I still sell them O's for three fifty They know in big beef, I pop a
then have my peoples rob you Flunky , all the stations gon pump me Street shit I show another face like humpty Niggas , that's my word is bon We gon
many thugs and not enough nines Hey hoe, here come five-o, stash the blow Stop sucking on my dick and slide on your Kenneth Coles [Eric Sermon] And everytime we
'm takin all, pump pump, drop gun, head up, hut one Murder Squad, gangsta made beat be the shit Murder Squad, gangstas for life and we sick [Spice 1]
'all niggas I will count my flow right in front y'all niggas I will kill ever one of y'all niggas Cock my forty-five and go to gunning y'all niggas I
Hold up, wait let me think First I gotta go take a trip to the bank (uh-huh) Transfer all the funds, cancel credit cards As we speak I'm throwin all her
Mafia my man, y'all remember the Maab This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad Two different labels but the same cable, remember we
is we push the dream cars, fuck the queen broads puff the green raw, we as real as it get We the R-O-C dot A dot Fellas Bitches don't talk to us, the
they feelings You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit If Five-o boy come, then they'd proudly
(feat. Def Squad Artists & MC Eiht) Intro: Sen Dog Yeah Bust how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five Soul Assassins Cypress Hill joint. Yo we want