my way back whole Went to work for the INS on the line With the California border patrol Bobby Ramirez was a ten-year veteran We became friends His family
top bodies and half in the basement Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin Evacuation for your whole
through, in the benz with the tv A ounce of weed and gun deep Pun stayed real, yo I love that nigga Cause he worked hard for it I cursed God for it [
way to prepare for combat cock is sharp a Autobot brain cells bust lines laced with angel-dust X-factor, X-men declare war Send your ambassador Send the whole
out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more Yes, the hour's four, I told you before Prepare for mic fights (And plus the cold war) Be on the lookout for this
, my electrical structure blew down the floor You was king for a second, I reigned, came with a different name The W.T.C. family and more one [Foreign
Want it? How you want it? Stop that, stop that These are the men who lead the crime Families of america, I control 26,000 Men except for dope, we operate
blade, in the pockets, sick days in the projects Slick way, I'm the stocking cap, I just got in rap Family, photo albums, gun, drugs, know the outcome
will pay for it 'til the end When schools are unfunded and kids don't get their diplomas They get used for gun boat diplomacy disproportionately Black
m making niggas blow trials even if they not guilty [Styles] I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs Green back for drugs get waxed for the
for MTV, not black enough for BET Just let me be Give me all my royalty money And let me greed and Ima have hoes for six and hash for three Recognize
me on delivery my ?denemerey? So configurey chips and the gzank Is just how a???.. I've got plans for mine I wanna know when I go that my family got
hip hop This how it go in our family Busting Outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually We world wide mob figgaz World wide motherfucking mob figgaz Weed smoking, gun
, ain't no time for bitchin' Callin' police and snitchin' You live by the gun, you die by the gun Don't do this killin' shit for real, why do the shit
I still wanna off this jerk (Shit) I can't leave it out my rhymes (Why) 'Cuz it be part of my dreams to see 20 porsches murk Three houses for the family, two for
more Black child Listen We gotta provide for y'all, I said we gotta provide for y'all Devil man Listen We got a surprise for y'all, I said we got a surprise for
it!) The food for my family to eat (I got to have it!) The raps that can ride these beats (I got to have it!) My own piece of this earth (I got to have it!) For
the rest of (?) Now I know how it is, and what you're handin me So I can calculate the right moves for my family, yo [Tekitha] That survive, gotta ride