'll meet you, I'll meet you at the mouth I will meet you, I will meet you at the mouth I will meet you, I will meet you at the mouth I will meet you,
line'll get you shot down (Nigga) We know where you hang, we know where you stay at That bullshit you on'll get you shot down Here's a few clips that you
in my backyard I'm bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod And I spit that shit that leave you holy like the
' You, God Please don't let me be pigeon holed in no regular job Yo I hope you can hear me homey wherever you are Yo I'm tellin' you dawg, I'm bailin
building on fire then you fallin? out And then we can turn it into a block party And get some drinks on while you call the cops on me Nuclear power, you
right here Me and my boys, we don't fuck around You know what I'm sayin'? So if you diss me My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll with You know
the army Join the party, I can provide the army Join the party, I can provide the army I can provide the army I can provide the army I can provide the army
he has mouths to feed just like you and I and a family of agnostics attends a christening a little faith is a precious thing tonight meet me at the graveyard
hit Don't know who to trust with my shit I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with Who you stepping with, Skandalous fucking
you brothers and sisters to stand up Hey you, blow your whistle (whistle sound) [charli] What, what, what, what! [ghostface] Aye yo, you craze me,
war in a fluke Eye to eye, with the enemy you sworn to shoot Now comin' at ya neck sick ya hand, something wrong with me Motherfucker somethin's wrong with you When you
I don't Bye Bye, Meet me at the bolge were they cross smokin' la la Supreme Dada, neva to good to eat at Popeye's Punishing you, servin' you notes above
you know who you are problem sit me meet me at da bar so far its three rappers I like me,myself,and I and Im tight and you aint gots to tell me im high
You in the ghetto and you ain't got no hustlin' skills? Get down and give me ten private (Where y'all at? Where y'all at?) (Where y'all at? Where y'all
right here Me and my boys, we don't fuck around You know what I'm sayin'? So if you diss me My muthafuckin' people, or the niggas I roll with You
grain wishes Any thing your eye invisions Freaking you without admission Calling Ali Baba Hit me with the savior Pray to the father What makes you
I don't Bye bye, Meet me at the bolge were they cross smokin' la la Supreme dada, neva to good to eat at popeye's Punishing you, servin' you notes above
