Once you my name out Things never be the same They have never let us Get off in this game
Ever since I was to rap music I been missin' a screw like Bishop and I could it at any moment who know me know it
So probaly told you go with the flow Just so that I explode and Have episode where I let it go As far as the one Benzino did
I'm waitin' for next beef I'm cocked, and loaded I'm ready to go so bad I'm goin' My dick's so hard Anna Nicole Use it to pole vault with
Oh, shit! I mean she was still bloated they cut her stomach open and lypo'ed it Anybody I throw flames at gets a name, a game 'Cause they know that don't spit the same It's a shame what people do for ten of fame
Everyday, it's the thing in this game try to buddy, buddy us Just to get close to study us Everybody wants to have somethin' to do with that They all to get that stamp
They after that Shady, aftermath It's like a probably just now finally Understand how to rob 50 Cent was like a jackpot for me And Dre, it's we hit the fuckin' lottery
And a slot machine at the same time as each other Why the fuck you think we like we brothers When we rhyme each other? In time we discovered that we have in common Then we thought with each Both robbed of our
Our ain't want us was wrong with us, was it our fault 'Cause we started thinkin' God love us Two odd Who just happened to meet at the time What a coincidence 'cause when 50 got up in Jamaica Queens I still remember the call up at King 'cause
Big L had just got just a month before If 50 lives, he's gettin' dropped from Two years later me and Doc had to come and That's when he popped up a one And we ain't never gonna if you wonderin' if I'm under the gun
You ain't agree all the time with me Or see eye to eye There'll always be animosity you and I But see the difference is if it is I could give a
Still gonna motherfuckin' business as usual Ego's aside 'fore I 'em all Swallow your pride 'fore I on it with shoes you call Nike's, Earthlings, how do you these? You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like
Stompin', I rompin' Since Tim Dogg was hollerin' Compton' I was whilin', Back when they was still Maxell cassettes I wasn't raps Elvis yet
tells us that Any doubts in your head seals the shit Ricky Toc, Ticky Ticky Toc Still with the Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc And ya don't