just the ones you trust who'll always let you down Fuck what you know You're not alright What you're taught conflicts with what you know is right question
head up, baby We got you on this one For everybody from the block Everybody from the crews You know who you are, no newcomers (Let 'em know, son, let 'em know
they never gon kill, he's alright but he is not real Say what you know about Trae, better yet what you know about Ro Not too much but you niggaz know
part that explodes You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for Vogue You are not a king nor prince, you just a toad You ain't a G, you a hoe, you sweeter
how to i dunno what to do i don't really know how to fuckin' handle it hey man what the fuck you doin' Judge D: PLEASE MAKE THEM STOP killin' what i
got his, you better think twice bitch 'cause you got kids Plus, I know what you did, add that to the fact I know where you live Thug life and you know
is who you ain't fucking with You li'l brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough
: 'cause my revenge, it tastes so sweet, I gotta do, What my friends, would do for me, You muthafuckas gotta beg, Y'all askin' for action, Eat a fuckin
yeah, fuck that (The motherfuckin' lunatic) You know what I'm sayin'? Yes, Tu' Tell them niggaz what time it is knahmsayin'? (Punk motherfuckers, get the dick of the lunatic) Niggaz can't fuck
me to fuck her, there villain get the fuck out Leave you stuck out, leave yo fuckin' eyes plugged out [Snoop Dogg] Jimmy Bones, is that you We killed you
he's so sweet? To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define 'Cause he beefin' when he broke but he arrogant when he shine It fucks you up, you wonder if you
[c-murder talking] You know you done fucked up? You know you done fucked up, don't ya? Nigga you really fucked up. We on a muthafuckin mission. I'm
to the table Bluechip, Nina B, {?}, what it is JT Get Low motherfucker that's what it is motherfucker Yeah, who fuckin with us nigga Now (what goes around
cracker, Add black bit from around my knaccars, Call me Chinky, little yellow git, You'll be on the bog for a week. 'Cos you want to know what's in my
then yo you should chew this Your man wants to beef, then we can do this Then when it's time for you to face the God I'll be giving you the whole nine
get away from me How can you write what we read, that ain't my reality You disabuse humanity, humility and fealty Oh, you guess you got an edge Hiding
scent of you is enough To make me sick And all I know, is revenge is sweet when You know that you are worthless And I am better than The games that you
