Lyrics:
Verse Six: E-40
Nigga got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to chop
be
Chop sound like NSYNC
Bye bye bye
Defend or offend me
I'm Selling out assembly
Winnipeg wimbley
Bars like a venue
Cooking that Michelin
Silver spoon
insane, fuck your games
Every roadblock that you put in front of me I proceed past the pain, rearrange, I don’t got a lot of time
So I’m flying by in
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
in the projects
East side and the west side
Indeed I spit it with finesse right
L's for love me, Y for "why front?"
T's for truth
E's the exotic flavor
i'll hop in front and drive
This bitch on my own
Out the driveway windows half raised
Bumpin' Ma$e or some Sade'
Chuckin' the deuces to my neighbors
Like
bestowed
That hate and lies be used no more
Line of order and disorder Being... true
I will show you in time, what's in front of you
I will show you in time,
paper's straight
Family losin' his legs, but I can take the weight
Some niggas hate but I'll be damned if they hold me down
Front niggas didn't know me
and wonder what I signed for
Oh now you hatin' D.T.P., 'cause we got the game sowed
Bottom line you gotta problem, tell it to my 9 hoe
Fuck ya boy, hit
to the underground connect
Pah!! I'm wreckin any MC you select
Yo E, load me in your gun, light the flares
Give me forty-eight bars, and I go out like gays at Billy
Tell 'em, slime
Yeah, I am the king of the E.A.
Get this bitch screwed like the DJ (Big slime)
Yeah, I am the shit where we play
We got
Look out my front door, what do I see,
Another little yoot on the street shottin' weed,
It wont be too long before that yoot is shottin' smack,
Skip the line
Headed straight to the front
Coolest kid of the bunch
V.I.P
Please don't touch
Move you peasant
Please remove your presence
Before you
Let me tell you somethin' about an a-b-c style
The a the be, the c the d the e the f the g the h the I the j the k
The l the m the n the o the p
me, I will bag your boo
You bitch niggaz better listen up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit
what I mean
Can't forget miv, you know what I mean
Godfather d, you know what I mean
My man doug e. fresh, you know what I mean
And the fifty dollar
I ain't never sat the fuckin pine
Stay on the front line, it's all by de-sign
Nigga done the crizzime, ain't never dropped a dizzime
Everything is
I ain't never sat the fuckin pine
Stay on the front line, it's all by de-sign
Nigga done the crizzime, ain't never dropped a dizzime
Everything is
The Shade Of Those Maple Trees
We'd Sing And Swing On The Front Porch
And Played On That Road Of Clay
How I Wish That I Was On
Maple Street Today
I Moved Out
I-M-E your normal C
And I'd be different gettin' diplomas in peace
But gettin' applause and across, I'm hittin' Diplo for a beat
Slight work to Dahi, it's
shoulder to shoulder
On the front lines with my visionary girl
I wish that she had cared for me
But in the end her ideologies
Occupied the fortress of her
At the single mingle happy hour
The one man band begins to sing
Accompanied by a drum machine
[Chorus]
White divorced swinging male
Seeks company to no
George Washington, Woodrow Wilson
Baton Rouge, louisiana
Texas the Longhorn State
Refraction of light in
The earth's atmosphere
Triceratops, a-e-i
that if he front it, I bet not drop the rock
Trill Klinton:
Yeah, welcome to Pakistan
Young niggas taking over apartments
Fuck Durisso, Molfino, D E
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