with my man 'Cause I motherfuckin' love my niggas We ghetto, my niggas, anytime, any place We don't give a fuck we bust metal, my niggas We gangsta my niggas
niggas just my parakeets macking masterpiece My life is good, my bitches bad I'm switching pads, changing watches in my christmas bag I got the gift of gab, talked my
real California yo My Miami niggas My real New York niggas Jamaica P All my live niggas all my cuban link niggas Raekwon, big Daddy-O, big Daddy-O
Chris Brown (give me shit) My niggas Streets say "Kill them all!" Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon I'm just eating nigga, I'm getting my
, Saturday thugs Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday thugs Everyday thugs we be Bone Thug, ah Nigga thug
rumble my nigga just meet us outside of the club Ready to slang slugs nigga done got to drunk and forgot that we claim MO' nigga this shit is ridiculous
bandaid boys. -Krayzie Bone- Boy...runnin' around puttin' it down, flowin', nigg*s buck wild, we put it out knowin', we was the coldest in the city we
with tha hard ass dick Nigga plottin', ah Nigga schemin' so don't wake me bitch, 'cuz I'm dreamin' 1-8-7s on bitches in my head, nigga up snorin' like
Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto
.P. and Styles This is for the hood and niggas that's wild If you 'bout to die or you blowin' the trial We're gangsta ass niggas that been flowin' awhile We
[Styles P:] Dark forces, get on the level Cause you might see an iced out cross on the Devil Illuminati and Masons, what are we facing? See you at the
nigga, dare you to speak Shit, I got plenty guns And thugs that'll give a nigga a hug And say they stab anyone You ain't never seen a nigga jaw hangin
Yo this the Ghost right here my nigga Damn I missed my nigga call, check my messages Yeah this P To erase this message press seven, to save it press nine Styles
to bug out Love to bring the thug out, plus I be keepin' it tight We even go to work together let you play all night You mad loud while I sit and I write We
base head a hundred dollars to towell off the coup,(Clear that up) Style on niggas, (Style on niggas) Beat some down we gon pile on niggas, (Get em) wild on niggas
you got your rhyme style from?) I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned (Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?) Yo it's the P
and shit Ain't nothing soft on boy stop thankin' it I got a trophy at the playa ball banquet This bank I get style we all that To the back we all that
your hands up, my live niggas in the cut Fut your triggers up, if you got love say "Nigga, nigga what" like you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas
