Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah That's o-kay It's the terror of knowing What this world is about Watching some good friends
This rule is so underrated Actin' as if it can't happen, you're frontin' Ain't no other kings in this rap thing Biggie, a motherfuckin' rap phenomenon This
the Low-key, The O.G. niggas know me (True) So take it easy like Moby, The ex-convict on some Vietnam shit, criminal, On the subliminal (Niggas) watch
Check, check, check, yo, we here M I S S O U R I For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out right
Yeah, yeah, come on man (Dump dump dump) You know this shit is ours man this is our field man (Dump dump dump) Y'all niggaz need to just leave this shit
might just do something a little less subtle Shove a fucking Tonka truck up a little kids butt hole Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash Ambassador Of the Valentine Day massacre slash assassin I slash
counterfeit Eat a dick and choke, as I sniff coke Shyne pro, watch how you pronounce the shit G'z up, hoes down while you motherfuckers bounce to this
holla at me Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this verses I got a service for you hoes, just watch me disperse it And I be hurtin 'em when
we all go to eat right? And who's to say that I'm to blame, we only pawns in this game Decision, grow cocaine I don't want no cure for this You switch
want to see me blow yo Rather see me low low Or I be on the floor yo But no yo I'm pull through this game of tug o' war What you fellas fussing for Maybe
likes of I and my tenacity? This is what you get when you fuck With the likes of the magnanimous flows Of total assholes and ignoramuses M.O.P. slash
must I keep a strap in every city on the map? [E-40] Check it out, stick and slash, bout to get hit from outta way Quick to do this, to ride to this,
this When I pull out my steel, put a slug in your grill Servin' these hoes up easily With a nine-millimeter glock, real murderers Haven't you seen this
's the end of the world as we know it But I feel fine. Six o'clock - TV hour, don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself
want to see me blow yo Rather see me low low, or I be on the photo (Kingston) But no yo, I'm pull through this game of tug o' war What you fellas fussing
a full pound on me so keep em down homie bout a half a mill on me look at my wrist the whole interstar dont shine like this bitch im rich gotta in glu watch