pass', I roll dolo with trees [CHORUS] [Steele] CB [E.K.R.] EK [Steele] PNC [E.K.R.] ZH [Steele] Smif-n-Wess [E.K.R.] FB [Steele] To the death [E.K.R
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Pretty blond hair singing as she walks China-like smile bitchin' as she talks Dangerous eyes on a small town girl
of my fans are in college P.M.R.C. suck my dick, please You can kiss my ass while you're on your knees Word you're listening to the verbal assassinator E
P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real friends, does he really have one? You yell P.E
to Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember Like The Juice Crew U to the G to the K P A Playa Miss me bout that U-ing nigga next up is J R Uh
the first look Got money on the books And we got the dollars for Impalers And the Thumpers and the Hummers And I'm throwing out the other figgas Yung B E R
that you'll be goin' back on the road again Tears in my eyes tell me that you're the man someday I'll be marryin' "J-I-M-B-R-O-W-S-K-I" "Got hot when
to the dealer's, tryna re-up Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep It's wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up Bitch, it's on again yeah,
I slash E slash out the frame [Hook] [Yo Gotti] I'm a real ass nigga, trill ass nigga Play me if you wanna, you'll get killed fast nigga I&E for life
the Hump bumped into The old one two, rhyme sayer, the paper maker Biz lay the vapors I'm the vapor sprayer for the Himalayas The M-iza A-ya R-iza K-
R.i.p. on that grave of the slave of infatuated ways God couldn't save F-a-k-e, l-o-v-e Fake love you see Never lasting through eternity Living life in
that simple, no phony cosmetics to your pimple Take another look because the gear is not wrinkled The K, the R, the S, the O, the N, the E Sayin' rhyme
rapper not discovered The other people raps is weak How dey get discovered, ya can't fuck wit me Everybody know me, I'm hype to tha D Hangin' with the R
.k. y'all. ask aj y'all I'll turn the baddest bitch gay y'all Like stacy, damn, she was eatin' tracy's ass At this other lady's pad To get it on I had
' Get yo'self if you don't get with it Dade County my ho! [Dre] Unhh From the def to C's back to Opa-Locka D-R-E, Nuff Miami shoot up off ya block
5's I told Daz we about to fry niggas like fries And seperate them by 5's, and light up the skies Crip that D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put
There's only one thing needed like E.D.I, Amin / I mean business When it comes to the cash, I'm movin' quick (Xzibit: Any other nigga eat a dick) Fuck