it .. Now if this party was a class I'd be a teacher It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a double feature Now if this party was a car I'd be the driver I'm rappin
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feel it .. Now if this party was a class I'd be a teacher It's F.T.S. and The Coup, a double feature Now if this party was a car I'd be the driver I'm
'cause we's burnin' I want my glory Duke is not a joke an' I ain't got, sorry Every time I grib the mic, it's with the sole intent To rip shots an'
And out of towners get got like everyday And a gangsta's a gangsta in every way Sittin on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it,
wit the deflate Grams the O's, slabes to whole one's da flake A young nigga holdin big face foldin Pimps are known for catching runaways A good hustler's
P Funk, F U N K (U stank) Why not? P Funk, F U N (Jump yo' ass in the tub, u stank) Down with the P Funk, P U (U stank, bitch) Jump yo' ass in the tub
D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. D.P.G., G.C. Smash, just before you talk spaz out Hittin' the switch then hittin' the stash Before the year 2000
's the M A L I C I O U S You don't wanna try nigga, you next, uh Do you know where your going too Just a memory everybody dying When I throw my clip
20s on Cutlets 26s on the limousines Son of a hustler I had to sell nice cream (sell what) 3.8s when Im goin on a date (ah-ha) 5.8s duckin Lil' Rome I
: Cam'Ron] Killa! Let's get the riot on, acting like I'm lying huh? Five years probation, possesion of a firearm (that's New York) Did the county, bologna
It I'm a Make A Movie I'm a Make A Movie I'm a Make A Movie I'm a Make A Long I'm a Make A Looong Movie I'm a Make A Movie I'm a Make A Movie I'm a Make
I'm from the S O U T H side of C A, why they try to P H Still hit em up with that E A, G A to N G S T A So fuck them them other N I double G A S Hate
fin to pop my do's On glass 4's fin to pop my trunk, with a lot of glow I got a lot of flow, and a lot of thugs From the Southeast side to the block
on tha mic I'm hittin' where it hurt U can't fuck wit a G Big Pokey he's my kinfolk til I D.I.E. S.U.C Wreckshop Family(Maan!!) I hit tha boulevard top
C-D E-F-G-H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P Q-R-S-T, U to the V Man that's the end, S-P to the M X to the Y and finally the Z Fin to go um, just ride in the wind
the deflate Grams the O's, slabs to whole one's da flake A young nigga holdin' big face foldin' Pimps are known for catchin' runaways A good hustler's
and Snoop in the coupe countin' loot We hit a dice game, damn, these niggas want my life man You paranoid C? Man, fuck them niggas, dog I'ma ride 'til I die, P
