Ha hah
 No deezee, heh

 When they need work, they call the cali drug expert
 Smashin in a six hundred dollar ?bill burnt?
 lookin flossy, livin costly, and off the edge
 Out of state, they gots to break bread fo' sho'
 I needs mo', ice drops for the Lex-o
 Baguette sets glow when I'm stippin the Mo'
 Freelancin, tryin to build a mansion and stay faded
 Have hoes walk around my crib buttnaked
 The gravy train, chronic got me losin my brain
 but soothin my pain, I'm true to the game
 I got my mind made, I gotta be that rich motherfucker
 Set it up, so my grandkids don't suffer
 The fat Hummer, the fat drummer what's your choice
 Tryin to find a sister with a voice, make her moist
 My thirst runs deeps as Lake Tahoe
 in the black Tahoe
 911 codes all over the Bravo
 Ain't nuttin but tabledancers and strip models, they bring bottles
 but trip, niggaz at parties grabbin they best friend
 Tryin to dodge, from the Aftermath entourage
 No camouflage, fine linen, fine women
 Busters get slugs in em
 I twist my spliffs with the green, I make a sick scene
 scream through some six by nines and fifteens
 Tighten my rhymes like bitch jeans
 Mix my dimes with ginseng, controllin this thing
 Rock on, get your ride on when you hear it
 The forbidden gangland lyrics
 Playa haters fear it, get you right up close near it
 Posessed by the Eazy-E spirit
 Dr. Dre set the limit, and niggaz won't cross this line
 it's suicide, and niggaz won't cross this line
 In your mouth, puffin with my niggaz down South
 What the fuck it's really all about me
 I'm comin out, front and back, ninety-eight Brougham
 All you fake G's stay home
 Leave the shit alone, King T's back on the throne
  and my niggaz on the mic straight gone, CRAZAY
 Y'all niggaz wanna know the real deal?
 I freestyle and smack you in your grill
 Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks
 The Aftermath'll put you in the mix, beyotch!

 Hah, Organized Rhyme in effect
 Peace to my nigga Nino