Once you my name out will never be the same They should never let us Get off in this game
Ever I was introduced to rap music I been missin' a screw Bishop and Juice I could it at any moment who know me know it
So they probaly you go with the flow Just so I don't explode and Have episode where I let it go As far as the one Benzino did
I'm waitin' for that next I'm cocked, locked and I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin' My dick's so hard Nicole could Use it to fuckin' pole vault
Oh, shit! I mean she was still bloated Before they cut her stomach and lypo'ed it Anybody I throw at gets a name, it's a game 'Cause they know that they don't spit the a shame what people do for ten minutes of fame
Everyday, the same thing People in this try to buddy, buddy us Just to get enough to study us just wants to have somethin' to do with that They all tryin' to get that
They after that Shady, aftermath It's like a They just now finally Understand how to rob 50 Cent was like a fuckin' for me And Dre, it's like we hit the fuckin'
And a damn slot machine at the same time as each Why the fuck you think we ride like we When we rhyme each other? In time we discovered we have more in common Then we with each other robbed of our mothers
Our fathers ain't us What was wrong us, was it our fault 'Cause we started thinkin' God doesn't us Two odd Who just happened to at the right time a coincidence 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens I still remember the call up at King 'cause
Big L had just got popped a month before If 50 lives, he's gettin' from Columbia Two later me and Doc had to come and operate That's he popped up a number one And we ain't never gonna if you wonderin' if I'm under the gun
You ain't gotta agree all the with me Or see eye to eye There'll always be animosity you and I But see the difference is if it is I could give a
Still gonna motherfuckin' business as usual Ego's 'fore I bruise 'em all your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you call Nike's, Earthlings, how do you these? You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like
Stompin', I been Tim Dogg was hollerin' 'Fuck Compton' I was whilin', Back when they was still makin' cassettes I even raps Elvis yet
tells us that Any doubts in your head that seals the Ticky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc Still with the Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc And ya stop