m down for my niggas C-Murder Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas, what Fuck
bitch, Rep for my borough bitch, Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit. I ride out 'til the wheels fall off And my niggas squeeze 'til
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
you niggas know where the swamp is None of you niggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still hear things scream in my dreams Murder, murder in
niggas that bust Niggas that ride, niggas that'll kill for this side Down to get down with the three-o-to-four pound Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK
posse's rollin' tonight, nigga are you down?" I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in the small of my back I
-T, nigga, representin', strictly West side, nigga South Central in the muthafuckin' hiddouse Check the technique, nigga Representin' for my real niggas
a 'Dear Ja' letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M O B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I N C I got two
with that, that blood of a slave Boilin' in my veins, it's just hot Until a nigga can't take it no more Blood of a slave, heart of a king turn my voice
gettin' bored dealin' with him I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin', thug lovin' And I know you're gettin' bored dealin' with him I know you miss my lovin', my
get down, body rock [body rock, body rock, body rock]. Bizzy: I heard. I murder. I heard. I murder. I heard. Yeah (censored), we holler about all of the murders
die, my nigga, don't cry I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie So I try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental So piss off my pencil,
last evening I'ma retreat but proceed with ease Leavin' 'em, Cleveland until they go home bleedin' Me and hustlas down for the money murder And mayhem C
my daddy died all of my niggaz came to the church And thanks for comin', I'm still stressed out over the death When I take my breath and puff my cigarette
on my dick Because I'm here for my cap down When steppin' through C-Town You better be strapped down The bigger my trigger The deader your nigga is
