That ain't my plot, baby pop My world don't stop (Your world don't stop) (Your world don't stop) (Your world don't stop) (Your world don't stop, stop
life, in my life I mean fuck, I done had a rough life you know what I'm sayin' B.G. lived that thug life, I done done it all in my life I done done
group Huggy Bear There's a boy-girl revolution of which you should be aware You can't dis me, it ain't worth it, B You put yourself down and you don't
UHH! This is it baby! End of the road, ha hah! When you a dawg, you a dawg for life! You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though You don't hear
L.A. West Coast for life Live and die for this shit Yeah, when I was young livin' life on the run 11 years old, real life, no goals Sneakin' little
Like the only anthrax we ever knew was the group Proof is proof bitch I ain't afraid to fly Streets are war, peace or war I ain't afraid to die (verse
Guyanese guns I got European funds, my ice don't melt Shaolin is felt, mathematics is my rod And my staff, I pray like this I break mics in half, shit
ricki's lake plus I rush like limbaugh (hey) I will detach your limbs, there ain't no wins if you test mine You won't be coming back again like sinbad
can't see that far I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge It surely ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause
better be nimble, you better be quick When this fuckin' forty click It's gonna be cold in your partna's house Wit hoes in your doors bitch Ain't a killa, ain't
a bag Uhh, this is it, baby End of the road, ha hah When you a dawg, you a dawg for life You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though You don't
why' the shit'll just confuse me don't lose me, just hold tight, I know is gettin deep again Call me when you need Dope nigga I don't need a friend I
the streets ain't a jungle gym nigga stop playin around Lay it down (Chorus: repeat 3X) This is the Dance! You don't wanna be late 'cause the moment won't
Who's this fake *****, on pictures with the Jake *****? Got his crew starving 'cause he aint the whole cake, ***** He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't
, on pictures with the Jake nigga? Got his crew starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube
, down) Fuck G-Unit nigga i'm not (down, oooh well) Used to ride wit' em', Slice up the pie wit' em', Got kicked out the group, 'cause I wasn't gon' die
while you're gone And bless you when you come back home Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem That's the type of shit most niggas can't
nigga You just a actor, won't let a bitch breathe If she wanted to yawn She just a weak motherfucker so insecure How come she can't leave home without
