[Dr Dre] Ya'll know me still the same ol' Timmy But I been low key Hated on by most these niggas Wit no cheese no deals and no G's No wheels and
look at ya now) Look at ya now (look at ya now) Look at ya now (look at ya now) [Mad Child] Ive been on my grind since a kid on my big wheel Dont know
bullshit, Kiss keep a full clip In front of the store rockin gauze in the woolrich Blowin sticky green grass, that'll sit me on my ass Wit a mean sports coupe with 160 on
I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit And nigga's know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playin'
stress Smokin' lye watchin' time fly, waitin' for death Dear God, I been feelin' like I'm close to Jesus Paranoid with my pistols close, smokin' trees Keep my eyes on
a job shit, niggaz want cribs, bricks and spliffs All-wheel automobiles, traction control For clay roads, rollin' with dough, kickin' game On the cell with bitches on
up your boots and come on down the aisle Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin' wheel Looks good, nice try
death everyday like I jumped up out a casket How you do that, I call it dope boy magic I'm numba one to turn a pair of bow Jackson raiders and two A
to see how serious my closet is Shareholders wanna invest in that Nas stock, ita??s just We be on that real shit, luxury four-wheel shit Niggas actina?? thirst on
AND THE [ENGINEER] I am talking of life or death now I am talking of staying free [ENGINEER] So there it is now - it's time to move on If you don't need
's wild wheel spinnin' Once implemented it's represented for 5 minutes Two of the livest Wanted dead or alive We riders Ban us because we inquired and watch the g's rise Two
buy credibility, Facilities were built, just to be torn down, Till the wheels fall off, and my pencils all worn down, Till death comes to collect his
through [Verse 1 - Nas] Two steps away from death, a vest and a holster I detest detectives arresting us over Weapons possession, they was checking the Rover Inspecting the tattoos on
gangsta whips you swear I'm bout to get into some gangsta shit Oh no here comes trouble, my vision is skewed I can only see in doubles, two models two
the other lane Both of them collide, expressions horrified Head on at full speed, the vultures will soon feed The father of three was impaled on the wheel
into the other lane Both of them collide, expressions horrified Head on at full speed, the vultures will soon feed The father of three was impaled on the wheel
myself, I can see my own death Drank wit the right, shake dice wit the left When two wrongs don't make a right, like claudet and wyclef Haha get it, two
