Yeah, yeah, yeah. . Verse One:. . Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise. Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes. It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee.
From I got the hook-up! soundtrack. . W s hell ya. Life of a street nigga. We got the comrads. Either make it or take it. . (chorus). . Bang or ball bang or ball.
Verse 1:. Yo Yo Aye Yo!. I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer. Puffing a challis with the beef eaters.. Gettin' so high that whenever I drop shit.
*Helicopter flying, and Pilot talkin*. . "Record Industries most wanted: Rip The Jacker:". . Wanted for the '98 slayings of several rappers. One of which went on to be a successful actor.
[Mr. Cheeks]. Basically, LB Fam to the motherfuckin' death. Park side, Queen's niggaz represent. Long Isle, how we do? They knew our style. Represent niggaz in and out the P now.
Behind enemy rhymes, when the curriculum storms. Behind enemy rhymes, when the curriculum storms. . It's like this yo, check it out, uh, yo. When the curriculum storms.
[Rip]. Yo, you fuckin' hate me, you fuckin' lock me in the basement. And you still want me to protect you - it doesn't make sense. Can-I-Bitch. I supported you like a weight bench.
[Mr.Cheeks ]. Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass. Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass. I back up 3 80 and my stash for protection.
[Mr.Cheeks ]. Yo we come through like bulls nigga take two puffs and pass. Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass. I back up 3 80 and my stash for protection.
m lucky I can call you night and day. cuz you're my little hideaway. when I get lonely. baby when I saw you by the bay. with them party girls in L.A..
[Hook: Burberry Perry]. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. A beautiful day in the neighborhood. I just catch y'all in my fuckin' hood, okay. Yeah, it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
Tell you something you don't know. . I just tell 'em what they wanna hear. Soon as you don't give a fuck that's when they wanna care. She say the truth is overrated like underwear.
erse 1]. As my train rolls, a text from an angel. Hits my iphone. love her, I don't.. But she still wanna see me later,. Her stalker instinct too extreme to date her.
Tell you something you don't know. . I just tell 'em what they wanna hear. Soon as you don't give a fuck that's when they wanna care. She say the truth is overrated like underwear.
Blaze, niggas, let's behave, niggas. Tha onez in the club now dictate, niggas. . This is going out to my homies with Dr. Dre. Why do you think that Sam is gay?.
[Shyne]. Yeah, yeah. This ones for my Brooklyn playboys. This ones for my L.A. playboys. This ones for my Chi-town playboys. ATL, down south. NC, SC. Where you be?.
Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta. I used to be a mobster burning down the block. Buffalo soldier, I know I'm not a rasta. I used to be a mobster burning down the block.
Verse 1:. Speedin' on the highway, gangsta lean. One-Sixteen, full steam, kna meen?. bitches on my jock 'cause my flow is hot. spot the watch I got filled with rocks you can see from a block.
[Kurupt]. Burn so crooked (crooked). The Poet likes to spit (spit). Kareem, that's my dog. Life, behind the walls. Nigga life, behind the walls. Yeah, welcome to "Oz" niggas, surprise niggas.
I done fucked the baddest bitches ask Trina. Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor. Felonies and misdemeanors, I'm vilified. I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties.