Ah shit, I'm sick of niggas jumpin' up with choppers Runnin' for your shit, tryin' to make another nigga stop ya But it's on cause you up against a real
Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on
[ 2low ] You can call me t double o to the l-o-double - yo I'm 2low, that funky little niggaroe Comin back with a brand new cut And you can new jack swing
Old McDonald had a farm Ee-eye, ee-eye, my dick (Is he dead?) You can run but you can't hide, I find ya Just when you think the shit is over, I'm standin
They try to take advantage of a nigga 'cause I'm black They lookin' at me strange, so I'm lookin' at they ass back I got a little problem, so I'm writin
Ah, it's jumpin' off in H-Town, baby He he he Strictly for the funk lovers Give it to me And we really want the whole world to see How it goes We want
Yeah, nigga Back in this muthafucka, once again I'm just lettin' a nigga know, you know S A and 5th Ward forever, fool Niggas, watch your back 'cause
(All I have in this world) -- Tony 'Scarface' Montana [ continues through intro ] Hey Shit Yeah nigga, that's That - that - that This - this is some
...it's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'? A new day, brings a new problem to a brother And all I gots ta say is thank God for my mother Cause without
So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world? It's fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror I'm seein' something scary, it's slowly comin' clearer
Call me psychotive but I'm bad, nigga yo And I'ma do ya bad, black And when I come, I'm bustin' up niggas to hear me, black Ya should of never let a nigga
This is your world, I'm just livin' in it This is your world, I'm just livin' in it I'm all wrapped up in you, baby 'Cause without you I couldn't live
Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? It's yours It's mine, it's mine, it'
Mister Mojo's rising, I took a ride From the L.A. mountains through time To get you and see you as mine I dreamt you were mine Since my eyes saw yours
You call it bad timing But I call it destiny It wouldn't have happened If it wasn't meant to be I felt your heart like a magnet Your eyes were touching
Crazy way to get your kicks Shoot the silicone in your lips If your figure makes you sad They suck the fat right of your back Make up your mind about
As a young boy daddy used to tell me stories Do your thing my son the world is yours The winds of fury will lead to paths of glory Take it in your stride
Can't erase or rearrange Can't rewind, can't go back Ya gotta get your life on track Nor pontificate, nor contemplate your fate We're all walking in
