"Didnt know any where else to put this Lyric sorry"



Grab Your 40

Lets get Keyed

Messin with that Indo Weed



(GZA)

Who be first to catch this Beat Down?

My Rap Pages be The Source

Ego Trip remain victory, and no loss

Rap Sheet show you Details of wars in streets

Where the most live, catch Vibe and Blaze heat

Double XL kings who rush through, got Right On

Quick to Stress ya, sound crew to get a mic on

Math lets the plates Spin

Consecutive hits, promoters' face grin

The dawn catch fist, keep the paper direct wire, see MJ retire 

Unlike the story that echoes out from chronic liars

Like those who feast on hogs, eat Murder Dogs

A Village Voice kid with his heart and soul calm

Killa bees produce the honey, that fortify the platinum

plus the DJ claws fiend to scratch them

Thus street team take shots at criticism



Well Hell

Me and Snoop we Dippin' again

Ain't nothin' but a G thang, baaabay!

Two loced out niggaz so we're craaazy!



(2pac)

Our lifestyles be close captioned

addicted to fatal attractions

Pictures of actions be played back

in the midst of mashin'

No fairy tales for this young black male

Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales

Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture

or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures

Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars

Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures

Why shed tears? Save your sympathy

My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary

Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe

If you believe then you can achieve

Just look at me



(Nas)

Uh

2000 G

Yo,  I need an encore y'all, you should welcome me back

You wanna ball till you fall, I can help you with that

You want beef? I could let a slug melt in your hat

Cuz I'm a wild barbarian, too hard, I'm scarin' 'em

Century 21 Solar Eclipse 

While you listenin' to the words that I wrote on the disc

Thelonius, my description is do-rags, pants sag down to my feet

AK is my heat, everyday in the street till I lay six feet

QB, PJs, and we playin' for keeps

Jewelry, cars and Jeeps is my motto

Four-fives with the Hollows, Silencers on the nozzles

Pop bottles with those who left here

The best years, wearin a bulletproof vest years

The aim for the head and chest years

What's your name? Make your name known

For the next year's

Better rep

Yeah



Got It Good (Till the Song Finishes)