flick, illin and root for the villian, huh Plus every morning, I go out and love it sort of chilly Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for
Pimp shit Yeah pimp shit, nigga Wassup baby Ken? Like this hea All my niggaz mayn Ayo, all the real boss playa Ayo, this real ATL playa style Ayo, you
a privilige, that's what I was told A gem from my man unless more precious than gold Infamous Joe lacin' my tatt so sick Fong, Yungmac, and Ken down
Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp And the nockin don't stop I hope nobody don't call the cops It don't stop the beat'll make your pop block Na betta yet
just won't go away Chorus: Time, money (8X) Ni**a with money Don't have no time Ni**a with time Don't have no money Verse 2: Ken Live in one year made
of the ill Art of war, a hundred men, cars galore Wanted men, who couldn't see in robbin' the law? Live or not, I'm one half divide the block And I can
I ought to [Unverified] glock, and run up in their spot Fuck that money in your safe, I want them munchies off the top Folk that's hungry off this block
, treat him like a hoe, bitchslap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for Rap, do it for Ken Do it for Ice T, do it
, BLAOW BLAOW, soundin like an M 80 And those comin for mine without consent Leave you bent like a block of hash from Ken's stash I'm important to rap
the town of the dank point of fat 20 sacks the town where the motherfuckers made the mack 'cause it's the Eastside 'cause only real gutter motherfuckers understand me Standing on the block
them niggaz who be jealous we gone thug to the end that's cause you my fuckin friend jump me straight out the pen when they had me facin ten its just like with ken
T I'm like Mister freeze, lookin' at my watch (why) Shit tac toe, I got the clover on the top (nigga) I'm in the block (block), I'm in the drop (drop)
slawg I'm on the verge of flippin Lord send me a sign, before I empty this nine, and leave the board drippin Me and 50 are like Michael and Pippin Ryu and Ken
Sounds like Battlecat been upstairs wit Zapp An' the knockin' don't stop I hope nobody don't call the cops It don't stop, the beat'll make your pop block
Life goes on (Life, life, life, yeah) Life goes on (Life, life) Lil Tone, Lil Loc Half Dead ken folk Papa Loc, gun smoke, beer bottles and dope Remines
them B boobies I like C boobies, D boobies, Z boobies.. sad boobies, mad boobies, clean boobies, mean boobies I get pissed when the haters try and cock block
wit them niggaz who be jealous we gone thug to the end that's cause you my fuckin friend jump me straight out the pen when they had me facin ten its just like with ken
