For the live ones not the shook ones

For the riders not the hook ones



Immaculate conception like a black Madonna in mangers

My crew consist of millionaires failures and gangbangers

Say my name like Candyman

Then I'm creepin out the cut with a gallon in hand

I span forty nine states bounce rock skate

Similar to movin weight out of state

Lyrics lacerate spinal columns "I bury all cockroaches"

Stare in his face, Stomp-in on bustas like Kirk Franklin

Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course"

Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse

Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch

Pay no child support when me and my divorce

Some of y'all cats in the game look confused

Where's your butterfly collar and your crocadile shoes?

Gotta pay dues, street crews -- you know it's off the hook when

oh-three-one is gangbangin in Brooklyn



"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

To all my live ones, not my shook ones

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

To all the riders, not the hook ones

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

Music to live by, music to die by

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

Uhh, Music to Driveby



I puff the Black & Mild, crusin on a Harley -- flickin ashes

Givin crazy baldheads the finger like Bob Marley

Suaver than synthetic players, that's my word

See ever since the days of Turkish gold chains and cross cords

Uncle Sam wanna play me on some

"All you people do is get on welfare and have crack babies"

Yeah maybe, but a lot of po-po is racists

they keep a brother fightin federal cases, "ju know"

I'm sick of gettin the short end of the stick -- so I sharpen it...

and stuck Ron Goldman

If ain't nothing wrong, something just ain't right

Sometimes I'd rather have two dykes than five mics

See I'm fat, my shit is mo' John Blaze than that

I got John Blaze shit, and then I was un-recognized, and then fuck that

Who is you to be askin me questions?

Bustin caps in nine-eight, exposin niggaz intestines



"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

To all my live ones, not the shook ones

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

To all the riders, not the hook ones

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

Music to live by, music to die by

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

Uhh, Music to Driveby



Now if I ever fall off, then take a picture trick

But I'ma play Dennis Rodman and kick you in the... damn!

Hip-hop smoothed out on the R&B tip, with a pop feel appeal to it

I'm so for real to it

I cream it, wet dream it

Support it like a Wonder Bra, when I bust like cleavage

Eff a spot lock up, I rock three-quarter top Nikes

on the handlebars of the homey beach crusin bikes

Fifty-thousand dollar warrants, just-us/justice, no peace

No bail, no release, from Inglewood court

South to La Brea then East to the Pen, handcuffed

I shoulda jumped off the roof like Mack 10

Create the funny styles with the chokers round the neck

Flossin at the chest hairs in a sequined vest

Ras Kass the Nova Don Juan, the phenomenon

You know I'm the bomb, I raise hell like Spawn



"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

To all my live ones, not my shook ones

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

To all the riders, not the hook ones

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

Music to live by, music to die by

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

Uhh, Music to Driveby...



...To all my live ones, not my shook ones

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

To all the riders, not the hook ones

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

Music to live by, music to die by

"Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with" --> Nas

Uhh, Music to Driveby