just talk it Pistol totin' and a loadin' that's how smokin' got this dope And I ain't hopin', steady slangin' right on yo trappa block Try your track,
a team Answering machine on screen Phone rings, it was Alene from Queens Head was mean Had a head for skeems Told her she could head the scene
jets and limousine The fruit we eatin' as we prepare tangerine to nectarine See everybody livin' in the same routine We need the telephone, and yes, we need the fax machine
0 Snoop Doggy Dogg paged that must mean more hoes So I head down the street to long beach Just so I could meet, a freak To lick me from my head to my
[with Esham][answering machine](beep) Then you know what you can doYou can be a couple of pleasersAnd take some tweazersAnd bust every hair on my nutsackPaste
the tape in ?, Stoneage ?, Rugged Man Breakmen, ? Welcome to the Waste Land Bring our whole life, bring your boys and you don't stop Bring machine guns, bring your whole block
do time in parole Now I'm back up on the block at night shift Stack on a Glock, I'm cocking it Back in the block and you know I'm copping it Shoebox
[Hook] Watch yo mouth when you're talkin to me, I'll knock you out (One! Two!) Piece definately I hold it (down) For my block, for my hood, for my sector
You ain?t stoppin' shit, fuck that Batman and Robin shit And what block you with, kneel down Make a nigga like you call me Big Ernest Bake your intestines
laugh, hee hee Cops rollin radars, trucks move with CB's Switchin more gears, countin G's, blastin CD's Product on the market make a man behind the drum machine
check out, baggage claim will throw your neck out Cut off your bodyguards, fast start with razor scars Come grab the sub machines, Joe step to seminars Niggaz with diamonds, armed crack heads
on me case, anybody push me Let it fly, let it fly, like everybody push me Stop frontin' like you bang head nigga Till you bang head, whether real bang head
machine yea Hold up he losing air Am I clear? Flatline yea B Seig'll squeeze the eag' on you P Crack let the mack ring on you Paramedics breath over you, machines
[MJG] Roach spraid on the block Then I took my throwback Now my soldiers posted up Hangin' like a coatrack Gun in the bushes and Work in the stash spot
a fuck Who you be runnin' with, so don't forget Gotta keep it gangsta How many of y'all know a real gangsta? Cutthroat, leave you in ya car shanked up At the ATM machine
, all my wild Digi heads Yeah, y'all niggaz move a little up to the front Y'all niggaz know what I'm talkin' about Word up, my weed heads I'll play the
It's all music Eight blocks south of city hall The rats run free and the winos crawl Darkness falls on the vast machine Where the future stalks the American
take your wife Yes Jah! Chorus: Bossman! Anytime you see me come around Bossman! Don't take bad man fi clown Bossman! Glack we move yuh head crown Bossman