(chorus) If you're comin back for more, Then get ready...get ready. Cause everything I got is yours, So get ready...get ready. You know you never had
clap with your frame like a fucking garage (Yeaaaah) This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for -- This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for
'm tryin' to get back I gave the other grip, I lost a flip for five stacks Yeah I'm talkin' five comma, six zeros, dot zeros, here it go Back to runnin
When the hell you gon' learn I'ma star? P.D. back up for par Dolce jar Girls and Bob dog, what's up with the bar Midori forty-five degrees with cigar (
comes around 'Til it comes around and it comes around And I miss you baby And I miss you baby And you're comin' back around And you're comin' back around
Style Bob ] Back and I'm statin the fact I know you're waitin for a rap To make you get up and start to clap For Bob, a Bronx ( ? ) Syndicate style More
mean '96, '97 In Atlanta, we got more blocks than Mutombo Dikembe For those who can't hold water need a new kidney Put it down under Australia, Sidney And I'm still representing, for
-C Sigel, Sigel in the house Sick bastard, get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer Memph Bleek in the house Still here, never left, still bust, more
-five by my side No, the nigger dies Yeah, when the out's hooked up with the Refugees It be more niggas than the N.A.A.C.P. Comin' up on weed of all
though the end of days are comin', comin' You can get it right, right now do something for somebody Just hold on fo' me I promise there's a betta' place for
back fallin down. (down) [Wish Bone] I dont know what happened? What happened? Why did Eazy die? Whats wrong with Bizzy? He alright! Is Flesh really comin home? Is Bizzy comin
if I get popped for some petty shit That's why I move the real chickens So if I'm goin down, I'm comin home on a meal ticket Do your dirt on the cool,
Texas chainsaw Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin' 'Cause we keep it death for a death, life for
is you motherfuckers ready for this, c'mon Do you really think you ready for this, c'mon Do you know that you ready for this, huh We gonna see if you
' he don't know I got a gun When it come to pop, we do shit for fun You ain't got one? Nigga you better run Now I'm in the back gettin' head from a hun