wat ever u need to kno u can ask me yourself nikka














































All I see is murder murder, my mind state - [2Pac]
Makes it too late for cops in tryin' to stop the crime rate - [Swift]
All I see is murder murder, my mind state
Murder, murder, murder, and kill, kill, kill!
Left the keys in the van with A GAT in each hand went up in eastland and shot a policeman, fuck a PEACE PLAN if a citizen bystands, this shit is my hand heres your life spand and for wat your lifes worth this money is twice that grab a couple grand and live in iceland see im a nice man but money turned me to satan im thirsty for this green so bad im dehydrating hurry up with the cash bitch i got a ride waitin
Shot a man twice in the back when he tried escapin'
I want the whole plot, I won't be denied nathan
Maybe I need my head inside straightened
Brain contemplatin', clean out the register
Dip before somebody catches ya
Or gets ya description an' sketches ya
The connects you with the prime suspect
But I ain't set to flee the scene of the crime just yet
Cuz I got a daughter to feed
And $200 ain't enough to water the seed
The best thing would be for me to leave Taco Bell an' hit up Chess King
And have the lady at the desk bring
Money from the safe in the back, stepped in wavin' the Mac
Cooperate and we can operate and save an attack
This bitch tried escapin' the jack
Grabbed her by the throat, it's murder she wrote
You barely heard a word as she choked
It wasn't nuttin' for her to be smoked
So I slammed her on her back 'til her vertebrae broke
Just then the pigs bust in yellin' "Freeze!"
But I'm already wanted for sellin' keys
And bunch of other felonies from A to Z like spellin' bees
So before I dropped to the ground and fell on knees
I bust shots, they bust back
Hit em square in the chest, he wasn't wearin' a vest

CHORUS 2x

Left the house, pullin' out the drive backin' out
Need a backin' out this lady's Jag started blackin' out
Pulled the Mac-10 out, stuck it in her face
Shut ya yackin' mouth before I blow the brain from out the back ya scalp
Drug her by her hair, smacked her up
Figured fuck it, mug her while you're there, jacked her up
Stole her car, made a profit
Grabbed the tape from out the deck and offed it out the window
Like the girl on Set It Off did
Jetted off kid, stole the whip, now I'm a criminal
Drove it thru somebody's yard, dove into they swimmin' pool
Climbed out and collapsed on the patio
I made it out alive but I'm injured badly though
Parents screamin': "Johnny, go and call the police
Tell 'em there's a crazy man disturbing all of the peace!"
Tried to stall him at least long enough to let me leap up
Run in they crib and at least leave with some little cheap stuff
Actin' like they never seen nobody hit a lick before
Smashed the window, grabbed the Nintendo 64
When they sell out in stores the price triples
I ran up the block jumpin' kids on tricycles
And collided with an 80-year old lady with groceries
There goes the cheese, eggs, milk and Post Toasties
Stood up and started to see stars
So many siren sounds, it seemed like a thousand police cars
Barely escaped, must-a been some dumb luck
Jumped up and climbed on the back of a movin' dump truck
But I think somebody seen me maybe
Plus I lost the damn Nintendo and I must-a dropped the Beanie Baby
Fuck it I give up, I'm surrounded in blue suits
Came out with a white flag hollerin' "TRUCE TRUCE!"
Surrendered my weapon to cops
Wasn't me! It was the gangsta rap and the peppermint Schnopps

CHORUS 2x



for tha real g's

For real, Yeah
[Chorus]
How ya gonna die?
When ya die, nigga
I'mma die a hustla
I'mma die makin money
(repeat)
I'mma die a hustla
I'm smokin weed and shit
My baby mama keep sayin she don't need this shit
She said I ain't doin nothin for my Shorty
I'm like "Whatever"
As I'm sippin on the forty
Uhh, Yeah
I got my mind on the come up
Cause I'm a G
36 ounces to a key
I need to be,
On the road with my niggaz from the hood
Screamin "It's all good, It's all good, It's all good"
I often wonder should I stay in the game
Cause I got too many enemies takin aim
I learned that niggaz that beef
Be tryin to kill niggaz
So if you see me hangin
I'm hangin with real niggaz
And I'll be bustin at bitches and shit
Tryin to get the ? out
Swervin at my ride bout to wreck out
Damn
I can't complain cause that's the life I chose
Nigga I'ma be a hustler til my casket close
And everbody's tellin me "You movin too fast"
The street life don't last
Look at your homie's that past
And even though deep inside
I know they talkin true shit
I still wanna do shit
Nigga I'mma die a hustla
[Chorus]
Ain't got no time for fuckin with hoes
They gotta wait
Cause a nigga gotta get his money straight
Cause niggaz be actin shady
When it come to green
Don't be fuckin with my money
If you come then come clean
You fools better wise up
I'm like ?
Cause I'ma <2> to the nigga
Ask questions later
If I'ma die nigga
I'm not dyin alone
I'll be until my bullets gone
And only real niggaz, can feel my pain
I once thought I was crazy
But now I know I'm insane
Smokin out
I'm the king of the base point
Me and my niggaz rollin up a fat laced joint
Tryin to survive
I need paper to fold
Every other day I'm violatin parole
Am I going back to jail?
I'll be damned if I will
I ain't shootin to stop a nigga
I'm shootin to kill
I lived my whole entire life in the fast lane
That's why I'm burned out
Never thought the streets would have a niggaz soul turned out
I'ma get me, no matter how I get it
And tell the police that Blac Haze did it
I'mma die a hustla
(For real, yeah)
[Chorus]
Could it be the street life?
Or am I really losin my mind?
I get the trippin nigga with my nine
When I low my shit you better stand clear
And call the coroner cause there's a dead man here
See, I be watchin the niggaz who wanna be large
Or maybe bigger
I catch a hot one and get to pullin on the trigger
That's why I'm packin five
When I'm packin key's
So many homies, that turned into my enemies
So don't be fakin this shit
Like if you gonna blast
Cause when I turn out the lights
You all outta gas
They got me caught up in the drama of the inner city
Who can a nigga trust?
Everybody's actin shitty
I don't know where to turn
So I'ma chill back
And I'ma tighten my grip when I feel slacked
I don't want no small change
I want a big caper
I'm runnin with the big boys
Makin big papers
Cause when I roll I'll be rollin with a dirty clip
Dirty guns and dirty bullets make you dirty quick
And we be layin playa haters down
Like the law
You said you want it
We serve it raw
Nigga I'mma die a hustla
(for real, yeah)
[Chorus]
Oooooo tell me do you know, do you know, do you know

well wat kind of self respecting guy doesint like girls and cars so i guess thats a given









Krayzie:
We presist smoke blunts
Youll never find a thuggish bunch of niggaz like us
Dont be so quick to test us
I be laodin my bust
Im a have to talk to eazy through the ouija
So i can see if maybe he can tell me
Why ya hatin on me bitin on me
Why ya want me to show a nigga leatherface in me
Dont fuck around nigga he's a real buck em down nigga
Motherfuck rampin how bout fuckin with me now nigga
Nigga get ya chips from ya bras get high
Then ya bras get cheese from niggas and ride
Everynody wanna party even the niggaz with problem
Hey nigga we'll solve em cuz bitch we'll squash em
You dont know me fuck you when you got beef
But you also got no clothes no style and no mo teeth
See me rampin on yo tv actin
And its a fact that when you see us in person
That we wouln't flex so show you no action
Down for mine, got to show a nigga time 2 time
So i figga i slow down the rhyme
So they can understant i sing with so much anger and pain
That if i jump then ill exlpode like a fuckin grenade
Nigga, fuck calm time to ring the alarm
Break the niggaz out of prison killin all the gaurds
Power to the people givin people the power
To put it down in yo city
And fuck dem hill billies
Nigga i cant stand no motherfuckin po-po
But we gon start killin these bitches and takin no more
Yea, mothug the only click that i claim
Although we all be on tha bangin
You can say i role wit a gang
And this is seen checkers in tha making
So nigga continue with the remains

Chorus

Bizzy:
I heard, i heard, i heard....
Yeah nigga we heard of anotha murder
So when they got the tyrone
Flipin the flow now let it burn
When tha pistol they polish it off
Rollin withbone
Bitch, you know we come with
Black dat please
In the 1999 with my feet up in indonesia
Were there be no beat
Release the beat
Gotta rid tha streets
And getta my peeps
????but they cant me
????????????????
????????????????
Its never a trench
Nigga betta use your arms betta use your fists
Pick up my cannon and get get yeaWere gonna fuck you up????
Were corrupt as a 40 dollar fuck
Come and get fucked up
And get out tha county niggaz get rallyed
Duck in an alley dissapear pear
In an ally
Reapear pear off in cali
If ya fell me daddy early
I was taught like a man man
And we do shiticly
With tha band
Now look at me platnum fuck da rap
We caught a bith made hation
Nation now a dayz on oc-u-pation
So why you hate me still cant fade me
Im waiting on me
Because a point of view was made with the song
Im ready to go pop pop pop pop pop

Chorus

Layzie:
How do you see me when you see me
Drinkin on hennesy and reamy
Look into my eyes my shit is dreamy
Begin to scotty beam me up
A bunch of gauge eruptions swolled your whole infantry
Yall betta expect inialation fuckin around with the sct's
Betta be soldiers organized for the love of justice
Armacy, for harmony and nigga in thugs we trust
So nigga i bust so back up off me givin em mercy
Shit is crittical, killin you individual with a ouija type ritual
I diggin a ditch for all you po-po who thought that you could come and raid
There aint no way to be safe nigga its the army briggade
So listen up and hearwhats spoken as i start this locomotion
Retaliate because we chosen all we show is pure devotion

Chorus

Wi$h:
Now when ya fuckin with me
Make sure you know what cha doin
Got niggaz dat knowin rollin wit me
Infared to yo head dont beg you dead
We fled, gotta get away, gotta make sure im free
So when you need me i can buck another day
Its a bone thing betta run run
Cuz when ya fuckin with you gonn die die
Dont be suprised bone want your presidents
Wanna run it all run all of it all of it
Fuckin done, fuckin done
Nigga this superstear
Dont pull no gun if you aint no spirit
Click clack back be the sound
These buckers and haters is wrong
Uh, we buckin em down
Trust in me, i harmony i free p's
Eternally bless my soul lord
And everybody that rides with me
Its from me to you, its from me to you(me to you)
Cuz its my point of view
Its just a point of view(point of view point of view)
Yea, and thats why i stay high
So high so high
Like la-di-da-di, la-di-da-di
So high so high













(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up weaved up
yo hair is messed
need to get bout' a hustle mission
get up on loot run to beautican
run game until the game is gravy
that don't mean spend cheese fa tha baby
(bwok bwok) on a stalk stalk for a bootleg
(bwok bwok) pretty walk walk givin out head
ain't a thang eat a chicken wang
got some gold teeth
at da club tryin ta shake that thang
tryin ta get piece
chicken chicken always into some dumb shit
shuolda paid ya light bill
you bought a outfit
stay at ya mammy house
and keep a smart mouth
its Project Pat Memphis Tenn represent tha south
so pass tha dro-dro and we gone stay tickin
full of that mo mo holla at a chicken

Chorus

(Lil Chat)
yeah you like my outfit
don't even fake the deal
i thought you said you had your girl on the light bill

(Project Pat)
always in my face
talkin this and that
girl i had to buy some rims for da Cadilac

(Lil Chat)
you riding clean
but ya gas tank is on E
be stepping out ain't no descent shoes on ya feet

(Project Pat)
that's just the meter broke
youn't know'cha talkin bout
anyway them new Jordans finna come out

(Lil Chat)
hate see ya in a club
ya mobbin wit a mug
know that ya ridin wit ya boy
ya nothing but a scrub

(Project Pat)
but he was with me
that's when you hated
cause when i got up on ya friend ya damn-near fainted

(Lil Chat)
i sho did
in our face drankin on that "yak"
moutth fulla golds but yo ass need some tic tacs

(Project Pat)
what? you need some gun
breath like some thunder
what you lookin at
i don't want yo phone number
(boy please whateva)

Chorus

(Dj Paul)
now these chicken head hoes see this platinum thick as white gold
see the 20 inch Pirelli's roll
mane thank the vogues
dodgin all my foes
ridin Cady truck wit dvd
a flock of broads follow me
from the club to break they knees
knowin that's all i want
straight out tha club
tha rest ain't smellin right
the last thang on they mind is freshin up
its goin down tonight
weave in they head
weed in they purse
still crunk
baby seats all across the back wit close in the trunk

(Juicy J)
i been known to hold my own
i been known to ride on chrome
i been known to flip a platinum watch wit the diamond stones
i'm the fool supplyin tha dro
i'm tha fool supplyin tha blow
i'm tha playa who got u chicken heads knockin at my do
tellin me that you diggin me
tellin me i'm yo man to be
girlfriend its gone cost a fee
get yo rags and work that streets
pay ya boy and make me rich
so we keep them swisher's lit
(???) yo fees we count them g's
cashin it from all you chicks

Chorus

I smoke chewy like a mother fucking nut
You got a grab bag hit the zags and roll her up
Cuz a nigga like me, cant fake it when im high
Get the visine for the tight red eyes
Jumped in the Cutlass with the niggas from the set
The blunt went out, but we aint done yet
Get another one blaze like its barbeque beef
it aint nuttin like a blunt for the funk in ya teeth
yea, im a skinny 6'5" motherfucker
if u didnt know me, you would think i was a clucker
but im not a clucker im a dodger and a ducker
come a lil closer im a show u im a punch ya
and if i cant beat u get my gun and im a buck ya
turn u over like a bitch pull out my dick and im a fuck ya
like a fiend for the weed ill tweak
4 15's in ur trunk thats beat
proper ass amps abco, alpine
put the coke on the dash roll a dolla do a line
pump RBL's maybe 1 2 3
or the funky shit by the I.M.P
now im high like a motherfucking jet
fuck a 9 to 5 im a juke on the set
slang these thangs and fuck these hoes,
one line at a time goes up a niggas nose
the shit clean my sinuses just like a shower
indo or tide blend it in with the powder
now im chewy high with a hard ass dick
ooh there goes my pager could it be a trick bitch
oooh its Janine, she licked my dick clean
cum right away bring a dime bag of weed
Like a nigga thats sick, caught up in the groove
Kill the pussy bust a nut and like a vet stick and move
Out of that house a quickie I know she got mad
Because I killed it and I didn't bring the weed
I did bring the weed but I left in the my Cutty
Did you really think I would smoke some dank with you dummy? (yeah)
No, Dre Dog won't die
See my nigga Cougnut nigga let's get high
He said I got the drank and you got the dank
He said my nigga Dre Dog Frisco is the place
For me to get high and you to get drunk
We smoke dope we rap and these hoes we fuck

Ooh I'm high as hell from snorting that girl
Rush Mr. Cee so I could tie me up a curl
Out that shop hoes do jock
See my Cutty in a rag I will drop top
See the freak on the block I think her name was Kim
Just stole her in the Cutty like Iceberg S

well # 1 fags that think they are kool # 2 FAGS # well thats pretty much it