Nigga, we done moved more coke Than a nigga could know More money, more cars Than a nigga could show And more ice, cheap price Than a nigga could score
bakin blocks in four wheel motion Everywhere I look I see 21 ones floatin (21st street!) Then I made a stop at the p-a-c's Wassup y'all? you seen tripp
yeah, yeah, yeah, what Snoop double, D O G, what, Mr. X to the Z, yeah and Kurupt The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin' over the shit in the '99 What,
like you diggin it up its been a droute, no doubt, trying to find a new paper route Brick-layin like a mason out there, what you about? Grinder, baller
Flat paint not a scratch or a stain And it's smoking Shifting in the turbo here we go Now it's drifting Four tires burning up the strips Gearshifting
Where is Lil' Walty, where is the Hummer Back on a mission, Expedition flipping You stacked up some cash, don't stop keep flipping Where is T. Flowers, where is
riot, Grouch and Zion Mistah F.A.B. is who I am [Hook-The Grouch (Zion) {Mistah F.A.B.}] Amp, Hit 'Em with a "one" (Grouch, Hit 'Em with a "one, two")
Dress back and jump back, this is a blue beat attack 'Cos it won't get you anywhere, fooling with the guns The British Army is waitin' out there It
Daddy You better roll with the big mack, the man with the game Mack Daddy Gotta big snake, all you gotta do is make it dance, you know what I'm sayin
a hundred K Shinin' since Roxanne Shante' made 'Runaway' that's been a minute Genesis is deep, my features are that of a God It's not a facade it's a
DJ What a shock it was to be on the set Comin' from a nice home, now livin' in the projects No regrets 'cause I learned a lot And I earned a lot in
outta business, tha way that I live stunt Man, I'll spend fifty G's on just a chair and a sofa Got tired of all that drivin', so I got me a chauffeur
rebel Dress back jump back, this is a blue beat attack Jones'in won't get you anywhere Fooling with your guns The British Army is waiting out there
life Me and Ange livin' big forever Think a click fuckin' with this man whatever Live big all my shorties you know who you is Spend that dough, you don't need a
at your funeral Our bread is goin' towards a brick of dope Cause I've been goin' hand and hand since "Different Strokes" I'm a 50, an eighth, you a half a
was raised this way I never let 'em play me for a busta, make it Hell 4 a hustler Lord, help me change my ways Show a little mercy on Judgment day It
world is goin blind From the sheisty side of town where a nickel cost a dime Niggas is (Boston?), Black brothas is bastards The bubble break bread and give a
a little snot nosed bastard Always causin' havoc with a blade But now it's a burner, used, for murder Step a little closer and your ass is grass You
