B EZ

作詞 : Jones/Lewis/K. Holley/V. Santiago

作曲 : Jones/Lewis/K. Holley/V. Santiago

I heard that ***** Capone's home yo

Word to Motha that ***** Nore

Doin' his motha****in thing thugged out

Entertainment knowwhatI'msayin

****** still in the streets Ill

Will Braveheart ***** there's a

Thin line between streets and

Business so we gotta have

Balance and be easy

I heard you fags wanna

Catch me off guard

Put Tecks to my heart

The death of Escobar

Under your breath whispers in the dark

I hear it cause the street

Ain't loyal to choose sides

Prepare for the beef whoever lose dies

Rich and I'm thuggin

I can't trust nothin

This ***** that I'm ****in

This clip that I'm bustin

Could jam in my fist

Look at my hand finger

***** with expensive rings

Cut coke cookies wrote poetry

And broke noses B

The voice from Heaven

I'm God sent of course a legend

This is part 1 speak my

Sermon the hood reverand

Blunted eyes red

C Class a Hundred times Five Red

CD's blast speed fast haters drop dead

I'm gorgeous

Black Goddess flip the

Arm rest flip the cordless

Her body stacks the best

Ass is flawless

Finally the long awaited **** ghetto people

The sequel

Nas CNN nobody's equal

Yo Be easy

Keep the club off the heezy

Straight thugs in the back drink creezy

Be easy but we still smoke treezy

See us rippin the shows with thugged eezy

Yo Be easy

Keep the club off the heezy

Straight thugs in the back drink creezy

Be easy but we still smoke treezy

See us rippin the shows with thugged eezy

****** picked me the boss

Ricky Ross

Lex Two Fifty Horse power

Click and devour the source

If it's flour then swallow your loss

I cock Fours kick in Poppi's doors

All for the cash and the cause

****** break big fractions of laws

So what we got it sewn up

Smack every cat on the board

I speak the truth

Guns spit at you shakin my palm

It's pitiful wavin my wand

The Don a Hundred follow me like Farrakhan

Chasin my Henny embrace Benny's

It's quite Frank my ******

Ll kill never waste a Penny

Money stay well invested

Feel the weight on my necklace

When death is too close flip the next ****

Thug the game out

Bust biscuits pull the Range out

Public enemy QueensBridge where I hang out

Sweet scent of **** I wear like a fragrance

My energy's kinetic mind power type ancient

Yo Be easy

Keep the club off the heezy

Straight thugs in the back drink creezy

Be easy but we still smoke treezy

See us rippin the shows with thugged eezy

Yo Be easy

Keep the club off the heezy

Straight thugs in the back drink creezy

Be easy but we still smoke treezy

See us rippin the shows with thugged eezy

I see death through the

Corner die kingdom come

Six 500's pull up right

In front of the slum

Sticky green fingers

Soldiers of the great God

Clarence spoke to the poor

But he lived in Oz

An ill hook like Roy Jones

I'm a street corner bastard

And crush **** with the hashish

Bandana head dome wrapped

Caddy trucks with the

Grills and the chrome snaps

I'm on point like Al Sharpton

Come peep the M U marksman

The S Class is shittin on

Your weak Datsun

Graffiti written on

The Bible my life is wicked

I see dead corpses

And Rolls Royces

Put your heart on your lap

Listen you hear voices

My whole persona is the

Drama and to smoke skama

I can lift it up Willy

What in front of your slut

Money bustin out my pocket

Your bank is stopped

Yo Be easy

Keep the club off the heezy

Straight thugs in the back drink creezy

Be easy but we still smoke treezy

See us rippin the shows with thugged eezy

Yo Be easy

Keep the club off the heezy

Straight thugs in the back drink creezy

Be easy but we still smoke treezy

See us rippin the shows with thugged eezy

Be easy Be easy

Keep the heezy

Keep the heezy

Keep the heezy

Keep the heezy

Keep the heezy

Keep the heezy

Keep the heezy

Keep the heezy

Keep the heezy

Keep the heezy