't give a shit If my eyes is red I'm blowin' this L.G. [A-Wax] Please believe been a long time since it was a ease to breathe Please believe been a long
, back on the road Limos with full bar F-E-R-G-I-E F-E-R to the G (Will.I.Am) Fergie Ferg rock hard most definatly on the M-I-C with L-Y-T I called
free? Just when they thought it was safe I picked up the phone and called it a day I bought a new car, caught a new case, fuck it The harder I walk,
did take no losses, Put 'em all in a coffin ya dearly departed, better off then [Wish Bone] Been labeled a pyschopath, Fall down with a buck and a
) We're on wax and it concerns ya that's make us eternal like a picture Ya bitch ya, I'll fix ya, raise a rapture ripped ya scripture I'll mac a meal
'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross 'em out and put a 'K Inglewood, nigga, to South Central L.A. 'Ey, I cross '
guide As we go on a ride Hood to hood, chrome, leather, and wood And it feels so good One mornin' I, woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramel chick
be dumpin' on yo' ass nigga One of the main rules of the game without a doubt Nigga don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it Nigga that's a good way
get coke from a spic on a fish boat. I hug blocks and you not a thug 'ock, But you dont get the picture till u get a mugshot. If you a scared man, you
wax museum, niggers wanna clone me why am i, why am i wack? maybe it's, maybe it's my maybach! or could it be every piece that i hit back when i was g-i-g-o-l-o-i-n-g
, that's Will and 'em" I ?Check The Rhime? like Quest I wrote some dope doo-doo rhymes at my rest The B I G W I L L King of swing, and I rock well The
, with D P G Holla at me, the D O G If you got beef, with D P G Holla at me, the D O G If you got beef, with D P G Holla at me, the D O G If you got
goes on, you've been warned P.L.O. from here to Lebanon, how many bombs Must we drop in the Ninety-Now Walk a mile in my shoes, get the street news From
Go LL, go LL, go LL Get down Hard like haystacks cow hold Callin' me a sucker boy you're pushin' a broom If you try to pull a ace you'll get a punch
Special Ed Rap is like a ghost town, real mystic Like these folks never existed They the reason that rap became addictive Play they CD or wax and get
cave The little rascal with a fade and rugged box's braise So a born terror, a.k.a, a Rugged Child Niggaz on my tip so hard, I need a lifestyle But
out Me being a virgin, that's idiotic Cause if big l got the aids every cutie in the city got it Once a nigga tried to stick me for six g's And I put
The Illustrator KM.G Yo 187, you gotta let 'em know what's goin' on See, I'm like a psycho, I meditate with a beat I add a rhyme, to make it sound complete
