done Source Magazine, you're the first one You try to dis Chuck, Cube and me How the fuck you pick us 3? You punk motherfuckers ain't shit, you're just
that shit was goin' down Dreamt about ripping the mic with my own sound So I tried to write rhymes somethin' like them My boys said, ?That ain't you Ice
fall Watch your head roll off like volleyball So all you motherfuckers down with the fly guy Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by And all you
how to sing about his horse You go on tour, the white agency says you're wild Tone down your style The radio jocks are all pop So how the fuck this nigga
knife But the topic I love is the drama of life So don't diss me don't dare,I feel you should care You may think I'm soft but you're just unaware Of
Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme we walk up and buck ya Stuck ya in the head, rush ya Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms fight you Your life's
goin' buck wild had to get a cash flow But my hustle was weak, it was a no go I join the army, four years in that shit Be all fucked you can be, came
imagine So I?m going out looking for my dawg On the block getting bent for my dawg God tell me why it hurt so bad Why you take ?little buck? why you
pocket like this You put your hands in the air like this and you simply just umm Bounce, throw it all around Throw it all around, throw it all around Throw it all
oh) You made my life complete (You made my life complete) You are so sweet, no one competes Glad you came into my life (So glad you came in) You blind
, Hollygrove hustler You don't look familiar, roofers done kill you Gun shots will open up two bucks and then drill you Jump off my wheel and then the mailman will kill you Eating all
supreme, never dreamed of being nothing less, on da court in new jersey, tangled up inside the nets, pace yourself young-uns, start chasing the bucks and you
, baby I ain't asked you to fear it Mandatory you think about it after you hear it And it's the evils that's gonna make you have to compare it You know
) Grindin'! (Ahhh) Grin-din', when you know what I keep in a linin' (Whooof) Niggas better stay in line, when (Whooof) When you see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding!) Grindin', when you
be a millionaire? Me, and you ain't got no more life lines You a snitch nigga fightin' crime, go ahead and tell the police 'Cause every move you make
you I will do all these words to this song Showdown I'm about to lay your body down Rodeo be like up and down 'Bout to show you how I throw down It's about
loving craze and crazy days and things you'de say and looks you made you're not the queen of hearts you're the queen of spades and you'de take my breath