Ooooh! We have returned
Yeah, show you how to flow again (show you how to flow again)
Its the rap rule again (hehehehe) Yo, yo..
Street, Meth, we ride like A.C. and O.J. (yall niggaz crazy!)
I runs up on you in broad days, Im a Loose Link
I carrys the Heaterz, always
Small timers, get left for dead in the hallways
Its that ill breed, move in warp speed, follow my lead
(Me and my Co-Ds, about to O.D.) let me procede
Im that O.G., youre not in my league (you know my steez)
I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.s
I rock for all my niggaz (I rock for all my niggaz)
Thats why I hurt to be here, okay, let me see here
Stat Land, crooked letter is I, we back, man
Harder than a dick on viagra gettin a lap dance
Hittin like a back hand (I slap yall kids)
As if we in a game of spades, and yall renig
John Blaze, not the clothing, cuz some of that is slum
(Son, Im already knowin) cut they jeans mad young
In the Crooked Letter I, its do or die
Shit, every man fights to stay alive
In the Crooked Letter I, you should not try
Meth Tical, Streetlife, Killa Bee, why..
Stingy with my dough, even stingier with dojia
(Told yall) Youll never go broke, long as I yoya
Maintain your composure, or party over
For stank bitches, who get it, twisted like yoga
Holla for a dollar, yea, and yall aint gotta go home
(But yall gotta get the fuck outta here)
Who stay "Lo" like Jennifer, wont see me a lot
But when you see Vivica, tell her she a "Fox"
We rollin, big truck, sittin on chrome (twistin a bone)
Talkin to a bird on the bat phone
Zonin, out the area, roamin
The closest you could come to my style, maybe, is clonin
The omen (Im warnin you now!) Niggaz is holdin
Run up, watch me put one up in your colon
Chizzle town, thugs in the club, like chicks posin
Lambchop niggaz is sheep in wolf clothing
Beware, danger, shoot off your flares
Warn all your dogs (tell em we here)
The Stat (we dont bust our guns in the air)
Never that, yall dont come out til the coast is clear
(Who you suppose to fear) Street, I fears no one
You all thumbs, I probably murder you with your gun
When I start lettin off (niggaz is jettin off)
You straight chicken broth, we holes in your terrycloth
Double O, 3, long time no see
Who mind parts seas, and cause blind to see
Some think this industry is just all rhyme and G
Then he make it to the door, and he cant find the key
Dont know what it be, to make yall follow my lead
Or make this pretty thing on her knees swallow my seed
If rap wasnt rap no more, what would it be
I dont know, Id be zonin sometime, must be the weed...
Thats that shit
Yeah, Homicide Housing, Loose Linx
Carlton Fisk, D.C., rest in peace
To the Million Dollar Kid, Y
(S.I., N.Y., 10304) Sick eyes, Size 7
Big Nut, what up (Big up to Denaun, good lookin on the track, nigga
Matter fact, Imma call Staten Island the tri-borough, now on
Cuz well "tri" any fuckin thing) Homicide Housing..
(Fuck yall)
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