What if I ruled the world? Such a callous position. There would not be scars on your heart for leaving the entire world. Where's my heaven? We're all
as Kool-Aid too '96, '97, '98, '99 2000, 2001 and beyond O two, O three, O four, O five O six and seven, O eight, O nine Back to back, double plat',
hotel, the Cap', or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like weed Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak And handlin' the modern stand about five-eight Five-nine
seemed to point the way As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd find my way across the track Lookin' just to score another deal With my back against that damn eight
baby Get 'em up wid me thugs See 'em on the corner and they slanging them drugs Giving up shots out to the glock, glock Eighty eight to the ten five
the Clair, mobbin' like them soldiers Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya So off we go, to the bloody row, tryin' to blood some souls With that nine
. Tombstone: A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine
to that boy, it's twelve points in your face (uhh) Beezy gon' stay up on, make it rich mane Ridin in my Hummer, twenty-eight with a switchblade Girls
of pocket I take these adolescents back to Spofford Mentally my energy is like a figure eight on it's side That's infinity too many sick niggaz, nickel nines
bitch [8B] Eightball and MJG, now what you weigh me [TS] $hort Dawg in the house, slammin Cadillac do's, pimpin hoes [8B] Nuthin but the real shit, nine-eight
steel gray, lexus, gs-4 That's an evil metal when the dog pedals to the floor I'm routin' down south, for my aim is to score Eight cylinder, screamin' '
you wanna loc It's alright, you heard? It's alright, yeah I need a ho in my life to blow on my dice So we can make our points twice and skate outta
, MOBBulation, lets begin breakin down the situation, when, the end of our frustration, so while we racin down the block, wit a thirty-eight, an glock
mutha fuckin' vet on the set Let my mail stretch an' gets up To the point where even my bitch be choppin' zips up I whips up the cream Twenty eight grams
a quick end to police brutality Death of blacks at the hands of the P.D. Eight, release of all black men Who are held in prison guilty 'fore proven innocent Nine
or choke the mic, til it scream to me Stop that, cash we conveniently got that I stroll through your scenery cocked back Me and hot mack, the nine-eight
at eight I was ready to jet Until Betty's mom said Betty's not ready yet I sat there for at least an hour It was ten after nine before she got in the
