Lock you up throw away the key sooner than they'll set you free never admit they were wrong,that's right I don't care what you pay there's no justice
with these Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze [Buckshot Shorty] Trees make my eyes bleed
fuck your brother girl Rock Star Biotch Check out how we rock And if this ain't Hip Hop It must be Knee Hop I'm higher then a mothafuckin chronic leaf tree
so I held back from bustin him I passed the burn off, he caught me from the blind side Tapped a nigga jaw, I shot my fifty-two style, and crazy raw I
your brother girl Rock Star biotch Check out how we rock And if this ain't Hip Hop It must be Knee Hop I'm higher then a mothafuckin chronic leaf tree
've done injected 'Cause if you ride with me I'm a get you so infected Now you could hit that Betty raw or bust a load off in her jaw You could place
A Loud Tool Play Games You'll Be Shitting In A Pouch Fool Got Stock Like DOW Do New Hardtop Off The Car Lot Hit The Gas Tires Smoke Like Cigar Shops Make Ya Jaw
messages subliminal Cause me and rap go way back we compliment So together we enhance one another that's common sense High intensity catches the eye your jaw
subliminal 'Cos me and rap go way back, we compliment So together we enhance one another, that's common sense. High intensity catches the eye, your jaw
wall ta wall betta gaurd your jaw we handlin' bidness Servin' this game like tennis we up in this mean muggin' Crackin' the fuck up at them squares dream thuggin' Blowin' our trees
for your face With a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip Three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip Hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw
like dope fiends Anything you need I got I'll be your first thing A hustler My nature, never to fall Regime 'til I die, throw slugs in ya jaw [Dorasel
[Master P] H to the motherfuckin' K A Richmond ass nigga residin' in the Bay Still slangin' cola out the motherfuckin' palm trees TRU to the game and
And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), We on some hood shit (so high) [nas] What's me without the hood? A tree without wood
up And stay high, high And pass me a cup of that good shit (so high), we on some hood shit (so high) [Nas] What's me without the hood? A tree without
WOOLY BULLY (Domingo Samudio) Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw. Had two big horns and a wooly jaw. Wooly bully
A FALSE MOVE i BET THAT ASS END UP DEAD iN THE LAST PARKiNG LOT WHEA THE SHOP BOYZ BE EVERYBODY ON THE GRiND POST ON WALDEN UP UNDA TREE MY HOOD iS
Im Ridin Like A Rockstar, Higher Than A Rock Star cop Search My Car But My Nigga Where The Rocks Are dont Get Rocked Ya'll End Up Wit Lock Jaw betta Yet Glock Jaw
