| Lyrics: | crikey!
So Solid.
Oxide, G-man, Lisa Maffia, MAC.
crikey!
-whispers-
(Why
ya wanna know, if it was me?
What ya gonna do, if it was me?)
To my niggaz, kinda
figures,
With their fingers, on the triggers.
To my niggaz, kinda figures,
With their
fingers, on the triggers.
To my niggaz, kinda figures,
With their fingers, on the
triggers.
To my niggaz, kinda figures,
With their fingers, on the
triggers.
-whispers end-
Yo I'm spittin', if it ain't said then it's
written,
I fight my mother for the flows that I'm givin'
Never give in, bust shows never
missin',
Mad shots to ya chest, learn a lesson.
Your mother's at home and she's sweatin' and
she's frettin',
Talk to the Feds, then she's missin',
Say my name, then she's
missin',
Spoil my game, then she's missin'.
I'm gonna get 'er when she cookin' in the
kitchen,
At night, in her bed when she kippin'.
My gun's rippin', yo there's no
slippin',
My gun's rippin', yo there's no slippin'.
When I'm blazin' I'm
grazin',
Burnin' bodies like raisins,
Puttin' bodies in basements.
And your crew is
erasin',
Well white domination,
So Solid amazin'.
I know what's comin' though, it's
more dough,
Flossin my clique, spittin' my flows.
This is my dough, my flow's,
Keepin'
niggaz on their knees and tha bitches on their toes.
You see my dough, uh no no,
First lady
lettin' all'v her chicks dem know.
Dem know, dem know,
Keepin' niggaz on their knees and tha
bitches on their toes.
Why ya wanna know, if it was me?
What ya gonna do, if it was
me?
Now I'm |
