It's jazzy, hip-hop hanging in my head heavy Malik said, "Riq, you know the planet ain't ready, for the half" Boy, we comin' with the action pack On some
got flow while she's bagging her shit Comin' thru in a '98 wagon, lavender shit imagine the shit, used to be like packing the clip Cop in the truck
I say because "This type of shit it happens everyday" I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs Nines in the
eyes Who are you? Whattup? I'm Shanice, don't remember me? She called me by my government name, Kimberly Who sent you? My mom sent me, her name is Dottie She packed
them flee's catch a case in the process but im known to flee CHI - TOWN - N.Y. know them trucks is loaded ese open up the stash and slowly unload it then pack
Rallo Dame Un Trago, he go to war wit a bottle Simple as dat, flip out the mack and cripple a cat Right through your back tissue with any pistol I pack
your self and the judgment was passed Yo, you be in hell (Right up the asshole) It will get ya if ya let it pack your Speedos I hear it's hot where
It's where icp stay, yo g And the forces that always talk shit get beat And if I'm out numbered I gotta gauge in the backseat 'cause if I feel I am mack
Illustrate constant elevation Spark friction, Shaw shank Golden Arm Redemption Endorsed my the Masta inscription signature Off top my unorthodox style of attack Is like Hannibal rollin' on elephant's backs Pack
my flo' bitch, take ya shoes off Treat my Chevy like a lac, dont slam my doors Im ridin like a mac, backseat full of ho's I got a cush pack, we gon blow
, X is Tonto Back up the turnpike, Oldsmobile's roll with two pipes 440 engine blowin' wind, through our hair extension Two bags of six packs, with .38's, wrapped in gift packs
talkin' that costly shit Bossy bitch think she too flossy to trip I'm first muthafuckin' degree, not your average, I'll have your boulevard hoppin' Poppin' off when a baller pack
me true or false I know you got tight game, but your game been peeped too Monkey see , monkey will do, feel me and I'll feel you We can ride in the backseat
and rip shit up I had enough and I don't give a fuck Niggas!, isn't just the blacks also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks They say niggas hang in packs
bustin' my gat Or I'm stuck in a spot crushin' the crack Got ice in a pot, fluffin' the crack Takin' backs to the block so don't stuff in them packs Doin
Who said compton's most wanted don't pack straps? (who? ) Me and eiht 'bout to show you fools where is at Talkin smack to your bitches behind our backs
crew makes the front page In a rage, in a live concert blowin blunts on stage, People swingin' on a chasity and got the place packed To the maximum capacity
around you Can you see the golden brown As it circles round your town Town coming down Smokin' stacks on industry's backs In this land of a cigarette pack