?) Take him then I back him down and lace him, raise hell! [Chorus] Raise hell! Hell, hell, go nigga raise hell! Raise hell! Go nigga raise hell!
make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh When I P-p-p-poker face P-p-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh What up P-p-p-poker face P-p
em in P.F. Chang's sauce Game's up, homie, hang it up like some crank calls You think I'm backing down you must be out of your dang skulls I'm almost
and people be pinnin me yo but some nigga just told me He put in your record and you was disrespecting off the T-O-P Should've put him in his coffin now
It's a rap for y'all Look, homes behave, or get cut wit ya own blade The chrome raise, put ya guts on ya own leg Nigga I'm sick o' them full-blown AIDS
know that you say that I'm too street And you should've raised me up in the church But I'mma make a success o my life And trust me I'm true to my words
"Me Against the World" like 2Pac And like Biggie, I'm "Ready to Die" for what you got Got a crew with killas behind me, I'm grimey I'm one of the big
broad, automatic hoe, gotta yella hoe, comin through the boulevard pass by Caro, I never gave a damn my jewels gonna slam, I'm at I.H.O.P. eatin some
into the mirror like, ?Damn I'm cold? Damn I'm cold and my hoes Damn I'm cold, man I'm throwed I said damn I'm cold, hot damn I'm cold This has been
Mitz' Can I kick it? (Hell No!) That's why she got hair in her elbows and she real slow And a, every two weeks she gotta see her P.O She's a disgrace
You know P would pack his bag and just leave next year But I got a son to raise so I'ma stay in this hell And I gotta gun to blaze if you play with the
like some kind of joke? Straight up There's nothin' you can do except get your P.H.D. Playa Haters 'Degree? That's right, aww, hell, yeah Player Haters
-hop, I'm hip-hopping Receive a G, well he, while I'm throwing It's D.M.C. it's me, I'm not going, I'm not Going out, out, out, like that, I'm not Going
is like the repeat of Gandhi Me and G O D, from C O C Like got dough C O D A S A P, A S A P Play me, you crazy and your mother ass fat So I laid her
blazed burned scorched to a crisp, then stripped ah all ya shit Bust it's penetrated detonated and invaded then I'm out punk No doubt nigga, I'm fuckin
traveled a rocky road Swift to the Flipmode, quick grip for the unload Father forgive me for my sins But I'ma raise hell to the bitter end, I'm a soldier
gold credit cards, we kiss that ass Went from Bennies to Bossalini's, collectin' cash They whistlin', I'm glistin' like Sammy Davis Born an' raised in