Lyrics:
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
Let me tell you all a story bout the hectic night
Despite the horror story, it's an epic sight
Guts over glory, Joe survived the night
Colt forty
trip, it be the niggas
The niggas that live by the code of blood honor
My Flipmode niggas
Spliff bring you that shit to another extreme
Her to hit you
off
How, nigga? My last album was The Chronic (nigga)
They wanna know if he still got it
They say rap's changed, they wanna know how I feel about it
that shit by the pint
So don't bring shit for me
I spit it off the dome, I don't run 16s
I ain't fill that 30 clip, I only put sixteen
Bitch you go
And every thing's just a dream
G I Joe man he ain't slow
America's finest killing machine
He don't smoke
But he's high on dope
And everything's just a dream
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Yeah, Oh Shit
Hit Me Huh, Huh, Said Hit Me
Give Me Your Best Shot
Give Me Your Best Shot
Hit Me Huh, Huh, Huh Hit Me
Hit Me Huh, Huh, Huh Hit Me
through
Time's up (up), sorry I left you
Thinkin' of this, I keep repeatin' them hits
Like that Aaliyah, Timberlake, or Missy Elliott shit (shit)
As you
Things are goin' down and you were left alone by my side
You were left behind nothing hides from my eyes
Hey hey hey ...
Then the rain started to falling
an album that'll put a smile on Malcolm
Make Martin Luther tell God I'm the future for Heaven's talent
No tarot card reading; I'm foreseeing you niggas
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
the window, see the corner that I bent it
It's just so simple when we get so D.E.E.P
Learn a lesson, pick up the album when it hits the streets like
D.E.E.P.
bad, sis" (my bad)
That nigga act like he too good, even for a bad bitch (uh-huh)
I'm a buy a Lambo' 'fore this album hit the fans, bitch
Tell
what you see in the streets
Despite what you influenced by, the life of crime has many downs
A little bit of ups, and everything you do got
Everybody running round losing their sanity
Wondering if it's a nightmare or reality
Or maybe, by the time we're hit with a catastrophe
We'll have a new home
name,
One more time
While I check you out,
At the checkout line
We wave goodbye,
And now he knows
That magic happens,
At Trader Joe’s
So hit
di girl and mek dem bawl out fi Jah Jah
(Yo, sim simma) and ah me got di girls dem power
(Sim simma) yeah, we cool and Mya sing by di hour now
I
That I was not up to par, when I followed my heart
Granted, my heart was tainted by my mind, I kept on sayin'
Where's the hits? You ain't got none
You
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
the roost, stood tall and pulled the strings,
Few would mess with Joe back then, he seemed cut out of stone,
He did not hit below the belt; he
fore wall, necklace wearin' beard
You don't want this money till it's rich
Buy my album, coded by Dirty, set you free
Go against the grain, I got
to the jaw
I know ya just bustas perpetrating like ya raw
Mash it, Trash it, search couldn't pass it
The trick's last album didn't even go plastic
Some
through my hood with the nines
My man Black hit they wheel with the K, spun it around
Same day cops book em guess who send kites to em, nigga?
Free! That's
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