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Lay down the competition, take their cash crops and get my push on
Moved up to Bentley with more chrome from a Lexus key
All because we cornered
flavor
I'm a skyscraper by nature
Down wit my number one neighbor, Common
From the city of Illinois, you
Destroy when we bombin, what? Off the top-a
Put suckers on glass, send em, back to class
And kick hot shit, so we can stack the Johnny Cash
I brought the God, Rakim, lyrically gunning you wanna
tires turnin' on the Hellcat
Casanova, I got all these bitches down bad
Down bad
I got 'em down bad
Pockets overflowin', double dosin', yeah I like that
wearin' hand-me-down skinny jeans
You know they a little extra faded around the knees
With the grass stains in 'em
I really wish a little extra cash came
laid you out
Niggas be actin' all different
When they dogs come around
Watch 'em act like bitches
When Outlawz draw down
They all clown, better
and turn insurance out, make 'em shout
D C
(C'mon)
Oakland
(C'mon)
U K
(C'mon)
C'mon down
New Orleans
(C'mon)
Little Rock
(C'mon)
Baltimore
(C'mon)
C'mon
dogs come around
Watch em act like bitches when Outlawz draw down
They all clown, better yet they all stunned
You the type to have a gun and never
with another man
(What the fuck?) Grady
Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
While you
with another man
(What the fuck?) Grady
Alright, calm down, relax, start breathin'
Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin'
While you
my black ass
You pop em for fast cash so we dies over dollars
Get wise hold the knowledge, we rides know the choices
The key to the future, the devil
Yeah
It feels so good
Take it to 'em bro, throw down, now say
Settin' forth a course I'm really wiggin' out
In my dome I roam, no time to doubt
people try to call us filthy trash
Even though we live better and make mo' cash
Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug
Standin' on the corner sellin'
hood (Miami Dade County)
Them boys will put you down on your knees (305)
Woop, woop (We The Best Music, stop playin' with 'em)
That's the sound
the morning
Mind full of demons
I don't wanna hear 'em anymore
Got me heartbroken, fine
So many babies screaming
‘Cause they seeing destruction before they
See
And it's no accident that these rhymes sound tough
I'm goin' off, baby, there's no turnin' back
I'm on your TV, on your album, cassette and 8-track
And when
on the trigga of a pistol
They don't know I'm wicked, when I start to kick it
With the raw sound, wash it down with a Mystic
Better yet a Snapple, nigga want
to sell
People look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby
proper,
did dirt, did West cause I clown coppers (yeah).
Do hip-hop, rap, compose 'em most, I couldn't see me,
mad advanced and my skills are all about
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
around with a frown
We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"
Bitch, I know It's 'bout that cash when you sellin' your ass
You done spent your
work the glass
Hard on 'em pimp yeah I work the task
And when they came in we unpacked 'em all
Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all
Just two
around with a frown
We gonna play a game called "Beat a bitch down"
Bitch, I know It's 'bout that cash when you sellin' your ass
You done spent your
you owe me, baby) [Layzie Bone] See the number one mission be to get this cash And if a nigga fuck with that, I'm a get in his ass I pull the trigger,
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