we'll see who get shitted on You tried to do what I did but you did it wrong I'm not a child, I'm a grown man You push a Six but I own land, try that
I bite, when you bark, so save it He has to be, a Master P, imitation, cause he ain't Bout It plus he ain't TRU Show and A the same two, since we first
" GD repping me, while at shows I set the beat Shit is still real, Full Scale is the recepie [Chorus] [A.G.] We in the lab cause we scientists Rolls attracting hoes we hit the clubs a
[A.G.] I spit stress on tracks, givin' all a y'all hard time so alive, swing to par fights with one stroke catch you on a quiet note without you pertune
Hip-hop is raw as ever And it's reflected in the streets that's raw as ever And it's a western, my little man's 11, carry nines for protection Rock the
[Verse 1: A.G.] You know we got it sewn for now Cause I throws it down Plus I'm frozen down with a golden sound Where that lye at? I blow blunts backwards
pants If you fuck me, you got to fuck one of my mans Catch me runnin out a bank, with a gun in my hands [Verse Four: A.G.] I'm the dirtiest nigga here
the flavour that Show & A. posses like a AK through ya chest I'm steppin right through your chest now who's the best? you withdraw your first war finally seen the light now Show & A
down like dominoes Got the gat between your eyeing holes, make you spine flow [A.G.] Well I'm a flow, shine with Show, your mind ghost See the man behind
up, oops, I can read a true crook Like I read a new book I'm hooked on hip hop culture Look at the tip top lyrical structure Floatin' like a soap bubble
glass house Half a ticket bitches quick to drop it on the scale Fiddling dope a real n-gga sell yayo Everyday a n-gga dies than we can?t ask why Show
gangsta lean 116, full steam, 'know I mean? Bitches on my jock 'coz my flow is hot An' they spot tha watch filled wit rocks from a block When the light hit, strictly fish scale
Trunck full of brick, enought to build a house To give cats a fix, grand barry six I gave it to my bitch, but that's how it goes When a playa rich On
a livin', try'na have him lil' some some Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin' But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and
I'll be leaving in a second Sipping magic from a chalice, detached from the distractions At last, I can relax, looking past all of the action A fraction or a
a dick though (and then I made her eat a dick slow) Bitch I don't give a shit though (bitch I don't give a shit though) Because I know you just a clutter
' see I'm a straight-up trill OG In a black-on-black-on-black Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks Try to jack and I will attack It's a fact that I ain't givin
Benz I must'a fucked a thousand bitches and her girlfriends White leather, hot new pair of rims Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hair-pin Big work, we don't need a scale
