way B 3 couldn't win Kicked in the door and they yelled out, "Freeze! " "Everybody on their motherfuckin knees! " Honey Bun reached for the cop's gun Now 10 B 3
? Where's my record? Where's my record? [ Divine Styler ] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out [ Donald D ] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [ Bronx Style Bob ] This is Bronx Style
and blast your ass through it I'ma ruin The image and the style that you used to 'cause you don't keep it real like you used to A O.G., esa, fool to the
(T-Dre) I'm just coastin' drop the top and roll straight S.M.V.C.C. 805 it's the ghost stay aint no place that i'd rather be then the B.I.G B.A.D 1 3
snapper. (Ali) One love to PL-Spin Naw you know, up next Boogee Mann!!! (Boogee Mann) Well Mr. B-double-O-G what? M-A-double-N I smoke joke and grin
in the plan for me? 20 g's and the witness protection plan Witness protection plan? 20 g's? better go head and set it up Verse 3 Comin thru doors, steel
me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
the Baby I been around for years, so b-tch, don?t Drake me And this is not a diss ?Cause I was just out in LA with Drake, b*tch And no disrespect to G
helping me slay dem faggots. G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-gu-g-g-gu, G-UNOT! Hahahaha Pop off nigga, Hahahaha, Pop off It's me, The G-A-M-E, gone
anywhere we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride [Verse
suites, anywhere we can meet Then live on to Compton, Slausen swap meet Worldwide, get swept away by the tide By G's, and B.G's, O.G's, its time to ride
Master ich schreibe in der Nacht und hinterlass ein Riesendisaster wir reden mit Style, mussen dich erledigen weil schon nach wenigen Zeilen, merkt man deinen unfassbar schabigen Style
record? Where's my record? [Divine Styler] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out [Donald D] Microphone King Donald D the notorious, yeah [Bronx Style Bob] This is Bronx Style
s like me tellin Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild Tone down your style The radio jocks are all
shit bitch. Lynch Mobb mane. Eh, eh. The Lu-Lun-iz 3 Times me Ager Man Bart Let me turn up the heat man Dig it the M.O.B. baby. I'm so hurt!!
and blast your ass through it I'ma poet The image and the style that you used to Cuz you don't keep it real like you used to A O.G., S.A., fool to the
