style is unorthodox Grip the glock, when I walk down the crowded blocks Just in case a nigga wanna act out I just black out and blow they motherfuckin' back out
out the ground Make me wanna call my man rock and break out the hounds Take it to the pier where you can't make out the sounds Thoughts in my head
Iraq Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us Jake hit the strip, now police try lockin' us Yo, son, I'm packin' steel, where ya hard hat You pull out
Angenetta Can't nobody do it better Worldwide (worldwide) Got plenty paper and we live fly (live fly) Only the purple when we get high (get high) Spit fire (spit fire
[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah! This is it y'all (Darkside), Darkside Volume One Hope you enjoyed We had to take you out classic status, you feel me? We had to
son cool out (What) Don't beef yo, throw the tool out Let's run these niggaz, kidnap they work, make em move out Crushed hash, hands is like glass, keep
me and you will burn Yes in the fire you will burn Jah know? cause ah... Music, 45 king, music latifah the queen Music, domination to bring the world Irie, say in the fire
Alright listen I'm back again cause that's what you required of Me steady rhyming and I'm so sick and tired of Being forced to put suckers in their
do it all alone, We Young Money raised me, grew up out in Baisley Southside Jamaica, Queens and it's crazy cuz I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me shout out
' 3 1, and here comes the 2 to the 3 [Incomprehensible] rappers are full of this since I'm a don I'm pullin' out a hit 'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired
morbid thing, my horrorcore queen, My wicked witch of the Midwest; my east coast mistress; My down south, big breast, juggalette. But when i'm out west
Listen up ya'll I got a little story to tell, Straight out from the pierced lips of Razakel. Since I came out of the womb, Momma knew I wasn't quite right
down on the city with binoculars Piss out at choppers, defecate 80 thousand feet in the air I flip your small game, take your small urban territory Put
off Patron-ah, all night long Takin' yo' clothes off, when I get you home When I pull the thang out Girl, I bet you got a heart of fire You make me wanna start a fire
the bass'll make your head boom Break you off when you hold one leg up And you know I like the way you put it on me It's the East coast queen and the
to crime shit, just gimmie the dick and gimmie a ride out 'cause the dick tired out plus the blunt fired out i pop in the ja'causezi 'cause its ladies night out
true Got 'spect taken away, you get loot Four bad hoes, waitin to get scooped Catch 'em and check 'em, put 'em down but I wet 'em Put your fingers in