from my Deuce Deuce Savon, can't be clowned [Ice-T] Saw the motherfucker got the critical beat down On and on the drama continues to ring For me, I'm
he moves with his peers, different blocks, different years Sittin on, different benches like it's musical chairs All his peoples moved on in life, he's on
nigga got pissed And started reachin for his shit Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude Unloaded on
doomed to sail the seven seas and ne'er set foot on land And if you chance to see him You will soon be dead from fright So sailors tell their children on
Kiss 100 or Flava Get off from school and take Ninety two point three But let's skip forward in time Seven years down the line And it seems the spotlights on
're on My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
I keep the hammer with me, Joey's renovatin' the hood Difference between us, I'm gettin' loot on tours Good shoes on the Beem, you got a boot on yours
And by the time you all catch on, I'ma end your career and walk away with the whole floor so you have nothin to fall back on! I'll throw you off of ten
-seven But I don't represent no gangbang Some niggas like lynchin but I just watch them hang So on, and so-on, why don't you let me roll on I remember
siccmade shit, straight made nigga Fuck it, pass me the straight lace liquor to the face nigga Off the Thunder Burger and Kool-Aid and O 8 Easy on the
it all before Though all my golden dreams and all my brazen schemes May scatter like a rainbow on an open sea Oh no, you won't find me staring down an M16
No half steppin', I kick back like a weapon On the microphone, I delight And groovy, a California quake couldn't move me Get on down, get on down Get on down, get on
kick on those who bury themselves in the past and never can accept fresh and new elements into music. Old music is great, but not an argument for not progressing. Another kick on
Harry Bellafonte: Down Grand Bahama 'neath the stand-up palm On an island called Green Turtle Key, People sit and stare at the man who's there Counting
get it right! It's dark in Transylvania And the wolves begin to moan And if it sounds too scary You can call me on the phone Just dial, come on, everyone
little sister Think I was lookin' for your friend so let me try again To prove myself 'cause I don't want nobody else It's been seven hours and 16 days
will hear Black magic As the day gets shorter and nights grow bigger Why on cops they always chasing a nigga And why on FOX they always selling us fear Twenty-four seven
be on my shoulders Cuz the devil seent the rest Right on it through his binge's and Then poisinous Syringe's Beaten on my mama kicked the doors of the
