rap:] like what it is where it at what's popin shorty show me where it at [singing:] she said she like it when the bass drop [Verse 3: Young Scrap] She
uh uh uh ah chea come and talk to me/uh-uh-uh-uh check it out! verse 1- now c the young boy handsome, ma quite sexy i beat it with a bat if the young
house driveway full of cars This nigga would pull up in brand new Caddies, packed-up full of broads Bossin', flossin', all his ghetto superstar Until some young
-bangin Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin These days you can't tell who's-who in the world Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young
bangin' Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin' These days you can't tell who's who in the world Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young
on me And when the wars on the other side, me and my brother ride I don't rap for the plaques my contracts signed just for scraps To get you wack ****
it like I thought I would? I gotta blow [Chorus] [Verse 3] Yeah I seen heaven, seen hell The two faces of the Ville One side dreams, the other sides real One side schemes, the other
Yeah, hey, yeah, Partially functional, half of me is comfortable the other half is close to the cliff like Mrs Huckstable these boys got them hoslters
Others over chorus) (3x) (Royce) And everybody say.. (Others) I remember way back when (Variations) (Royce) What? (Others) Back in the days (Royce) When? (Others
truth to the youth tear the roof off the whole school Oh no, I won't turn the other cheek In case ya can't see us while we burn the other week Now we
You are appreciated When I was a youngin' and ma mama had me Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets Though back at the time, I never thought I
Nah, I ain't a rapper, motherfuck rap They snitched on Kim, how lame is that This game ain't shit but snakes and rats Fightin' each other for loose change and scraps
gave me Dear God, I wonder can you save me? I'm only 18 so I'm a young buck It's a ride if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck But that's the life of a
a boulder, you're nothin' more than a grain Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not Bushwick Bill but I can take it to 'That Other Level' You
2: Mister cee cuts and scratches "scrap lover, my other." Verse 3 (scrap lover): You get jacked if you ever try to nap Ona a rap from scrap
ova black stoves Cook it till it bubble double even when it trap slow Rizzle got a couple what the fuck I wanna rap fo What you think I'm strapped fo what I gotta scrap
you motherfuckin' gangstas to show 'em How we livin' Now I'm losin' it 'cause my brother died Lookin' down the barrel of a 9 from the other side Never
roll up anybody on some skanless shit Many try to be I, wanna bang the gang Screamin our name, the Dogg Pound Gangsta gang They call me Young Rosco, young
