I can't smile Writin' to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches, hahaha Better learn about the dress code, B's and C
everybody clockin Buckshot, when you see the rocks, me I got you shocked Why not? You see the recipe Buckshot, I represent Brooklyn and my {nigga} Biggie [Keith Murray] I'm from C
can't stop, it's all I know From a youngin? I was taught get doe I'm speedin?, speedin?, I'm speedin? These people came lookin? for me, shit I got ghosts
the Roosevelt I left New York, the city itself was stress depression High boots and urban beats, that wasn't my direction Producers filtering join in with R&B
off into a thang Kill off all enemies while makin' G's, catch you off on your knees Niggas rollin' me beads just so they can hang C'mon and toke on
T's They be up like the sea breeze on C C's And they handin' out these murders like free cheese Could you pass me the B please I got intercate shit
Dropping Names (Take PCP) He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
go the cash route, plus bet on mash out Burn rubber and leave you niggas assed out [Hook:] G-A-N-G-S-T-E-R, I-B-E-A-C-I-A-O (iaaaaaaaahaha iaaahahahahaa
figure route Aye yo, Chad papa, where that cranberry and vodka Let's get flicks, spit on the niggas like this From Y-O to B-X y'all niggas straight C.
keep the burner on me like an ID. the lamborghini orange like vitamin C. and leave a bitch stuck like a kite in a tree. Weezy F. B. the money is the
ridin' four deep wit artillery Me and Tootie, Papa, and Cleeve, it's an unsolved mystery I'm a fly till I got ya, yo peoples eyes watery I hit a artery, bein' real to C M B
Abe Who watched us all rippin all loud up on the inside no E As I progressed to the 7 yard, early Johnny D Caine, Officer147, C.R.A Fuzz, Comet, Blade
the most high Then I get fresh for a new day I eat broccoli for breakfast and smoke my trees Turn on the flat screen to C-Span, see the elite strength
club, they think it's snowing I'm 28 inches in the air We be deep everywhere B****** want me 'cause I'ma player You know I got them c***** 'cause I'
a. VADE MECUM b. POUR ANOTHER ICEPICK c. PISACIS (PHRA-MEN-MA) d. CON SAFO I've always wanted To eat glass with you again But I never knew how
seen the patrol on Crip So we got ghost before they beat Me and Ren in the black C E, yo Humpin' some funky tracks by the D O C I gotta get paid, paid
-Dre) I'm just coastin' drop the top and roll straight S.M.V.C.C. 805 it's the ghost stay aint no place that i'd rather be then the B.I.G B.A.D 1 3 C
indeed The dealers in double H, C I T Y for selling mad weed Thanks a fucking lot for being there when I needed you da most Ronnie Brazko, 4lyn and I'm ghost