Well it's the Funk Docta Spock Meth-Tical Biggie, Biggie Uhh uhh uhh Yo c'mon Big Uhh Fuck that, I preach it, my nine reaches The prestigious cats that
out, the original, shit, we makin' it Takin' it, to the extremes, we breakin' it When we get, inside a zone then you feel that it's good All you jelly cats
Bustas on the corner of the block gettin' bent Me and my folks we on one, on one We don't be trippin' off that, nothin' Players about to be somethin', somethin' A music
' your steel Niggas talkin' 'bout who cats they gon' bill Just to gain they cut, that's when your name came up Oh, did it? You know some more nigga, spit it Cats
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co
, and my pride And realized that this rap shit was gon help me to survive Stay alive, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool Hell this music
in the game is music business funny For the sake that my hood cats hungry Tryin' to get a mil deal, bread and bologna For the sake that my hood cats
, slow song. I used to roll strapped up packin a glock, Runnin round rinsing at the back of a block, Used to shot cats whole packets of rock, Now I make music
to the bank with my bitch and have safe sex What do you believe in? I believe in Seizin' the moment, livin' and dyin' to spit with a vengeance Here for redemption been around forever Y'all cats
, the projects, nigga One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots, all I hear is gunshots This is where the fun stops, bodies drop, hit the floor, music
got the mass appeal baby crank the shit Cause its your God-damn jam You say that you want your punchlines a little more compact Well shawty Im that man These other cats
Madd Rappers at? It's like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats, know that I was strapped wit gats when you were cuddlin a Cabbage Patch Chorus Chorus 1/2 (after music
niggaz act like Pac so cops watch 'em And shot blocks up in the black or the light Timbs White boys, look, act, and rap like Slim (Hi) Fight Music,
-home Come-on music that comes from the heart Play something with lots of feelin' 'Cause that's where music has to start Oh, play me some mountain music
Well, honky-tonk baby get on the floor All the cats are yellin they're shoutin for more My baby likes to rock, my baby likes to roll My baby does the
Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel It's real, stack dough and make more While you cats
Smooth (Smooth) Beyond the (Beyond the) Automatic, systematic (Automatic) Complex (Just ease it in) The feelings right The music is tight (The music