for the ghetto media ..dont let the light skin fool ya..I will fuck u up
Nigga, we represent the planet. Get schizophrenic and panic. Maybe the past would understand if they'd get off they ass. And mash, how do you manage? Paranoid, don't even trust my boys. Watch for the plots and deploys, envoys scopin' like a dope fiend, but im smokin in the alleys with these ghetto guns and erase my funds Watts niggas in Cali take bullets to the brains, still rowdy. Jesus really never died you crucified mutual suicide. Who am I? Local with vocals, goin' coast to coast. Heaven'll move me, right, for sure. Deception weather my brethren, but sunny days when I parlay. Get killed when I get to steppin'. 'member the weapon's close and the doctor said I need time to myself on the ocean those frivolous thoughts but im brought up full of this independance caught up sever relentless evil intentions, nobody knows 'em, even the henchmen warrior poet never to mention i love my lady rebel we can get the stroke on we can get the stroke on we can get the stroke on, when the thugs cry.
We keepin' the lights on at Ruthless and I ain't fuckin' the boss, lookin' at me sexy. Take your clothes off but my dick'll go soft. Never mix business with your sickness. Enemy see me flippin' in the picnic with your little divide and conquer, but my sister was ready to bomb her. Get off the diznick and up off my voice. Me and my boys, give us a choice. How could you ever tell Sony that I was the only one was makin' noise? Ain't it a breech of trust? Look in the gutter. Ha! Never judge your book by the cover. Word to the muthafucka! I.. I didn't stutter But what if I lost it and came in the office, and nobody noticed with liquid explosives on top of Versace clothes. Give up the ghost. Krayzie's Picasso. lil Layzie's like Caesar. Stack's like lil Pesci and Casino, and Wish don't give a fuck, O I'm Gambino. And the walking dead woke up on the wrong side of the bed bible of survival, triple six rivals triple six rivals member u said i read but I roll with killas, niggas that'll bust u in the club u don't feel us strapped in the bed, strapped pickin up the kids in the realest, the realest, the realest, the realist
Itll make your body shake, when it's too late, soon as you flipped off the safety. Baby, this we all day, don't tell me you crazy will they sell me? Hell, naw For the reason this weepin' widow be the demon, so cheap. And at least she peepin, so peep deep dead in your pockets no sleep, rollin with my crucifix, Lucifer usually uses to rule off these wicked tricks in the school of these ghetto games. And the fool, of this bitchs mist I say Shame, shame, shame. Enemies attackin' me. Actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty. These casualties--well, they passin' me by, but I hear death callin', when it's so cold in the room, who's stallin'? Better come after me, and we say, "Fuck ya'll." all in thebattle we, battle we, battle we