, dun Streets be where Lox get their props from Check us on the Internet, L O X dot com A worldwide message, I try to express it The best I could, for ya
out wit the phrase He went from ashy to classy, I like that So everybody in the house Give a warm round of applause For the Notorious B.I.G., the Notorious B
you got another plan ma then ma I'll get that off ya Look what I bought ya Mami you can keep that You can find me in the B's where the G's at Give me
usin I check one-two's and who's in the house Like shit your lyrics ooze out ya mouth Whattyou think this is? KRS-One from the Bronx kid! East coast *
time I checked Compton was the hood But them rappers don't live there they live in Hollywood It ain't about where you at, it's about where you from
What's up wit'cha Haitian Probably got birds at the safehouse, waitin What's up, where you store the D? I ain't found shit but a quarter ki Nigga ya better
clothes like the Grim Reaper It's G.I.B. and I'm my brother's keeper Richie Rich will chop his fingers with the axe These trick-ass cowards should be wearin' tampax What ya
on the lo lo from these 'Cuz you know them niggas lookin' for me From some shit back from the 80's I'm losin' my mind Fuckin' wit ya niggas one time
shit ain't cheap, man Dawg, I can't keep sayin' G.O.O.D music the greatest latest Stuntin' out the middle of nowhere like Vegas From the Chi, the city of hella haters Where
long to come So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police So where they at where they at So nigga's bring yo gat {2x} {b.g.} I'm runnin' from the police they
on the job at hand. Got skills for this professional typical certified wise man From Sky to land, I'm overcoming all your schemes and plans So take cover
' noise like a stampede So much smoke up in this bitch you can't breathe Somewhere where it's sandy, Cali or Miami This the only way to do never made a plan B
from either side of the bridge, biatch. Verse 1 *(Richie Rich)* Slug bangin, Drug bangin, it's Rich, an that nigga Black Chris, runnin a drug sweet bliss, from
. Where? In the cities, run from the one they don't purchase a pound Get to tha nigga, they drop ya Grab my pump, pump, cock the glock, shot ya By thaegang
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus- Murdah is out of control/ Murdah just let it blow (It blow)/ Word up if you bucked a mothafucka down for taken ya dough (Taken ya
BUT I KNO UR TIRED WANNA SEE MY TOES X-RAY VISION PACING THROUGH MY CLOTHES {{JON B}} I WANNA KNO WHAT SHE GOT PLAN TO NITE( WUT U GOT PLAN) IM NOT USED
from your head to ya Yeah, from ya head to ya toes Move to the beat, with ya feet, start shaking ya bones (Verse 1) From ya head to ya toes, move to
be up to no good We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames Who separate the real from lames Yeaga B Stile's his name (Where you from?) The Ville, Lagrange
