a pimp (what!) tell that bitch stock earings hit me for a block to the wrist watch got a couple niggas up in jail, they aint gettin out webbie young savage trill
from the natural herb Ain't no runnin' from niggaz everywhere you go, drankin' alcohol Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man Them devils can
she's gothic insane How can I reveal Jesus livin in me? How can I reveal? Can't take another dusting cause the egg is going to crack Devil's got dandruff
, so don't you tamp-on me Leave ya RIP, bitch, this D S G P You see the horns on my head? Nigga, you know I'm the Devil And I pack heavy metal, what
Lose your fake face to face I dare you to coopperate Penitrate yo nasty shit That's what you see at these gates I play no games so there's no test My
) What turf you from? (turf you from) What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1 Vallejo! That's all I yell (that's all I yell) Speakin
by quick (hey) You surprised what some pictures in the penitentiary did (yeah) We survived but most of us die for some bullshit Go to church but the devil's
got this call from the N.Y. It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb And wondered could some trill niggaz
place Grim don't stop then we goin all day So iced out, it been snowin all day Trill ent and we goin all day Ya'll niggas broke and it's all in ya'll
on flo' Hoe, give me your dough Oh catch the b-blow From this uh forty-fo' Me I be so tr-trill In this C-Coupe Deville Tr-Tryin to s-stack up a m-mill
and my clip So come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome BOOM, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's Give a FUCK what a bitch
Up Like This Here [Chorus] What's Happenin, Waz Up (Waz Up), What's Happenin, Waz Up (Waz Up), What's Happenin, Waz Up (Waz Up), What's Happenin (Waz Up) What's
and you'll get ten in your head That's how I play it nigga, I'll blackmail you wit you rown life It aint right, disrespect you die on site That aint no might, that's
to crack. Devil's got dandruff got her nose to the grind. She's in the boneyard with the dead presidents. Somebody get a shovel and find out where she went. If she's
, Bone We can take it to the middle of the floor yo, harass them niggaz Get up in 'em like the po-po's, Still flow so cold Krayzie's tecs are blazin'
that boy go again [Lil' Keke] It's time to lay it down, like cards on the table Big crib, watching gorgeous gal lickin' my navel Who's the man? And who's
cock it sit it next to da lamp Thinking bout all my Trill niggaz we lost out the camp Tears runnin down my momma eyes and It's da truth Plenty nights