[Chorus]
To all you rappers out there
With money and fame
Rock you in a farm-car
Anything brand name
Broke Willies with no money
Keep runnin' ya game
Can't forget all our thugs that's locked in chains
We ain't have shit growin' up, now we blowin' up
Hundred G's is show, price low enough
Ghetto struck, layin' in da cut, with the metal mack 11
WHAT?! No cup, sippin' on my reddle 7-up
The wet life, shit is liquid, my wife trippin'
My whole clique, I shit da wippin' last switchin'
Benz to Benz skippin', supastar hittin'
Your whole world is ice rippin', you like sniffin'
Ya like shittin', tricks trickin', rollie with da inscription
Watch a rich nigga clickin'
(From New York to L.A.) same shit, different da
Afraid Of Me lyrics

CHORUS (twice) 
I'm so  
hidden and you're never gonna see 
I'm cold 
for giving all because of my beliefs 
I'm no 
body that you ever want to be 
cuz I know that the world is afraid of me 
 
Monoxide Child: 
Now you can try to sedate me, assassinate, or just hate me 
but there's nothing you can do to me lately 
now I'm greatly accepted 
y, mad cash to play
(When I walk my chains swing) I drew swing heavenly ill (From Beverly Hills)
I pay 20 G's (Damn son, it betta be real) We holy your deals, it's 70 mills
(Eaten mills of Beverly pills) Now watch how to bubble these mills
[Chorus] (2x)
I grew up in the PJ's and wore the same gear for 3 days
Sit to get a blunk out I wanna blew a mill in the month
>From a low life, the one I go shopping,
I'm not worried about no price, I wear the same clothes TWICE!
Fuck da POLICE!
(It's hydro stuff L's, six plus sells
Stones heavy on the scales themselves, EXCEL!
Straight G's, moneys and propories
Black F-G 15's, weighin' trees and O.C.'s)
We O.G.'s always O.T.-ing on a low-key
Spit more game than Goldie, ya bitch choose me
(Suppose
99.9F lyrics

99.9 Fahrenheit degrees
Stable now, with rising possibilities
It could be normal but it isn't quite
Could make you want to stay awake at night

You seem to me
Like a man
0n the verge of burning
99.9 Fahrenheit degrees

Pale as a candle
And your face is hot
And if I touch you
I might get what you've got

You s
WE most-LY, do 'em slow-LY
We play 'em close-LY, stayed on city cakes, they get erase them!)
A sucker for a pretty face, with a twenty ways
Who's Benz I hit two twins in a blue Vince
(And we're in destroy deals, a house flow for reals)
Cause like colour crimes, nigga dolla' dolla' sign!
[Chorus]
Yo, we've went from rags to riches and get pitches
With mad bitches, Yo, you can get a autograph
Or one shot, from the semi-auto pass
Rap niggaz flippin' more then halfs
Livin' it up, takin' all the cash, GIVIN' IT UP!
We set it up, on a low til it up
In the black quest, pass sex to the extress
>From out the blackness, straight on the boulevard
Lookin' for somethin' to get my hands in
A stripper's dancin' in the mansion
Word up, that's how w
Ruby Brown lyrics

She danced in the dirty streets
Satin shoes tied to her feet
People round here said she was a sight
Every night when the sun went down
She'd curtsy, and take a bow
To the man in the moon and the dim street lights
We held in high regard
The rose in the mission yard
Singing, "Buffalo Gals won't you come out tonight"
And her name was Ruby B
e operate (UNCUT RAW)
Da players copping, fake cokies stepped on TWICE!
Put your money on the street niggaz under the light
And hold your money tight
Kids to die (RAZE 'EM UP) And roll 'em twice
Egal rich niggaz ass better so trife
Well gamble mo' of yo' life, too I couldn't see well
Flip my P-12, Rover key to da e-mail
Wish a hundred tell, G-bell, I walk the hog, I beat jail
Yo, gotta each 12, kick back, relax, word up
Nigga laid up, bills paid up
Shit is all sunny when he pulled up in a 4-20
We throw these cats on the sideline, lookin' all funny
Gettin' no money, cause they every day clownin'
We play around with thousands, a hundred G's where we countin'
A hundred G's is show, here we're out kid (Word, word up)
[Chorus] (2x)