on a playa hata, low like snake beat a snitch to beat the cakes its straight laugh at your wake, ur outta shape to take the H u been losing the race couldnt
can't stop my uniqueness Complication altitudes built in compartments Digital gizmo made by continental Lincoln keepin' you thinkin' Better made than Europeans robot John H
me But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three-eighty It's the game of life, you it, so play it right Bitches like you, M E M P H Bleek, yeah right
enough game to drive a swear broad insane And we number one gunners no we ain't stunners It's real with us partna, dealers and drug runners And Mack need a [unverified] in a H
Tha world is mine nigga get back Don't fuck with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb I'am tha motherfuckin' don Big fish in a small pond
212 of them degrees wrecking impostor emcee's chop 'em off at the knees Face to face with your enemy, I'm G.I. to C H I C H, yo heffa Fo fo go go blow
gonna let it off From L.A. to Chi-town From Jersey to the black grounds We'll shut this whole bitch down [Chorus: Young Noble] Who wanna bomb first?
, razors or octs 'Cause I lay in the drop, pump the base on the pocket Move the H on our block, in front of H an' R block See the face on our watch, put
more bills now and everybody real now So all I wanna do is pop and sip Roll up and then precede to hit the back of the spliff And be who I be, t-h-u-g
thug, you wanna play rough I ride or die, I ain't bluff, you can page puff (echo) [chorus 2x: blue flame (all)] Yo where my thugs? (right here) T-h-u
the Gucci man And it's from the side and up because the side and up She a man, uh a wanton, fire She's blazin' up Missy be the shigady, you bomb digady
you slapped shitll get you slapped from a petty larcenist to armed robber its the yardfather i aint jamaican but label me as the don darta let a nigga try to bomb
bitch We run this bitch That No Limit click That Wu-Tang click That No Limit click That Wu-Tang click [Mystikal] Motherfucker WOO SHIT I'm a stomp you bitch H-bomb
bang Verse 1: Ice Cube Tha world is mine nya get back Dont mess with my stack the gage is racked About to drop the bomb I'm tha westcoast don Big fish
the, drop the bomb I'm solo, you ask how I'm living Still dropping more shit than a pigeon With the L, the E, the N, the C, the H The M, the O, the
, too blind like stevie Greedy cause I'm needy for ash, gas and cash Same song like re-runs of fuckin' m.a.s.h. Boom bam keeps the stash locked, son,
some heat Them federal muthafuckas tryin' to get a buck in the streets Every day a nigga wanna test yo skill And playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin' real The H
these n-ggas where I reside The W.I.C.H is I the greatest from my sis-side The truest, you deny than who is Down to blow like a match to a bomb I set
