:] What it is yo? I'm just chilling like a villain. Grindin' daily. 'Cause I can't get a 9 to 5. So I rhyme, I rock. Ya dig? You don't it's cool. I take
Rocks] What it is yo? I'm just chillin like a villain, grindin daily Cause I can't get a nine-to-five So I rhyme, I rock ya dig Ya know it's cool, I'll
on your own Cause it dont mean shit, when the Feds run in your home Cause it dont mean shit, when you can't take care of your kids Cause it dont mean
feel I got a flow to make a bitch do a cartwheel This is that good, just puff it and relax, bro And you could get it free, don't worry about the tax though Is
the fact is... what you doin', I did it. You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it. That's cool, I was the first one wit it -- You's a Lil' Kim wannabe
I've been thinkin', times is hard 'Fore it get worse and it fall apart Maybe you should quit your job and do what's right And make you my partner for
the year 1982 a music was created. It was given the title: Gangsta Rap It had no positive messages, no redeeming value, hated and feared By the establishment, it
see us chill Crips and Bloods holdin' hands, the shit is ill But I love it, I can't help it Too much death on the streets and we dealt it Van Ness Boys
hijacked Black people don't own shit The rap game's hijacked Check it R&B's hijacked Black acting is hijacked Just being black is hijacked Nigga, stupid
, what you wanna do? (Party!) Donald-D is in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!) Hen-Gee is
used to bang with We took a trip to his crib I snatched his hoe and his kids and this is what we did I tied they punk ass up I cracked the safe with
shining light My people love the fans love me come all go If you ain't showin' love then what you call for I don't need it in my life, my kids pay the
it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta get it Gotta get it, gotta, gotta get it Gotta
see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded kim wannabe
't help myself, no I lose my cool Over again and again Hiding my feelings Out, out, out Check it, check it Check it, check, check it out Push it up, push it
first The hypocrites made it worse and worse Lookin' down their noses at what people say These are just words and words are okay It's what you do and not what
gon' ball Promise me you'll invest three fourths of it all For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese Can't get with it? Get get get get
