[Chorus: in faux patois] Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think we funnin dey get done up Run up run up we got de gun up Haters that think
[Chorus: x2] Girl I Love U (Okay) N I Need U (Aright) I Gotta Have Ya Cause U My Baby Boo(Whateva) (Now Now Now) Now Sometimes U Make Me Mad N
(feat. Lil Scrappy) Lil J on the track You already know It's ya boy lil' scrappy I like it when she Rock her hips then wave and sip She rock her hips
eyes, I should've been a crook All white bikini, to match my lambourgini Rub me the right way, I might be a genie That other chick sick, 'cause she still
the radio, peace out without you I wouldn't be gettin' it on ya know, what I'm sayin'? And y'all all are players (Players, players) To some of the rappers that gave me respect When others
takers Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert Here's the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime
Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other
shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other
G 5 We call it high flying As high as a Batman High Robin dont have an eye problem Pistol on my hip I got a thigh problem Rock ya hips Crime Mob em
at home though So to prove to each other that they were not homos The exclamation of the phobic fury Executioner, a judge and jury The mob mentality
the scene I do what I do, staying true to the blue Southside 13, what about you fool? Run and hide and get out your map Leva motherfuckers from the other
, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles, other
/ but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime I've done my sentence / but committed no crime, crime, crime And we mean to go
Buck him down, buck him down, come again Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass 'til the end With my pistol, runnin' from da lench mob Is how you
raps Now lemme take y'all niggas back to my basics of this Your anxious to flip fag, catch a facelift My shank do remarkable things for fakeness My whole mob
Master constitution for the prostitution And let prostitution be the only solution Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime
, guards we don't set trip For my niggaz doin time in 201 for the crime Let's get in the gangsta line and throw the Funkytown sign I'm on that other
Chef had that bitch Stacey slippin in Macy's I dose off, catch a flashback on how I got trapped and got licked like Papsy in a mob flick I got hit Stumblin
