you? Trying ta diss my crew? Who dies tonight bitch? - You! My way! I will do what I choose, and if I loose Well then I loose, My Way! This is my fuckin
my butta cup ohh i got a sweet tooth, baby yous my butta cup ohh i got a sweet tooth, when she got those skinny jeans ridin down low she my favorite
I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin I rep my town when you see me you know everything black and yellow [x4] I put it down from the whip to my diamonds
You got no time to trip or argue, you're through, I'll bet she gets ya Homeboy you'll catch a stretcher like so many before, she's on a Body count tour
and watch your body jerk, it's on It's on motherfucker you goddamn right It's on, my royalty check, yeah, fool, I write my own I own my own label put
Because when I come to get that ass I'll leave your whole block filled with hot brass So punk,don't make me pop my trunk Show you my amps and my Mossberg
partner tried to play me and his cap, I peeled Now I rest with my finger on my heater Hand on my beeper, a light sleeper I low ride and I sag and cuss
body count Yo Big Master Phee Take these motherfuckers to South Central Yea, fuck that I hear it every night, another gun fight The tension mounts on with the body count
slow, we burnin' purple smoke I said I'd never fold, I promise not to stop Just like my rolls Royce, the way that girl drop I need a hot girl, the way
that's the deal my dear There over, here under You'll never have to wonder We can always play by ear But that's the deal, my dear Lucky that my lips
BIG got body huh? But every rapper named Sean got money, ooooh Well I guess my chances are fifty, fifty But my vision is twenty, twenty So I'll be counting
me, you saw me right? It wasn't me It's not my M.O., see me I make it stretch Get in the way I'll put a body on my Tec Call me crazy, I'll die for what
niggas off in different sections Don't hate my message, destiny led to mimic Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm And come listen to the sermon Swervin' in my
, got flowin' skills but nigga They bitches, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus a sack And I snag my leather rag can'
s on, on, on) Nigga let's killa, killa, killa Bodies they count, me buckin' 'em down, stay down Murder me style, me put 'em in the ground now way down