featuring King T



Ha hah

No deezee, heh



When they need work, they call the cali drug expert

Smashin in a six hundred dollar ?bill burnt?

lookin flossy, livin costly, and off the edge

Out of state, they gots to break bread fo' sho'

I needs mo', ice drops for the Lex-o

Baguette sets glow when I'm stippin the Mo'

Freelancin, tryin to build a mansion and stay faded

Have hoes walk around my crib buttnaked

The gravy train, chronic got me losin my brain

but soothin my pain, I'm true to the game

I got my mind made, I gotta be that rich motherfucker

Set it up, so my grandkids don't suffer

The fat Hummer, the fat drummer what's your choice

Tryin to find a sister with a voice, make her moist

My thirst runs deeps as Lake Tahoe

in the black Tahoe

911 codes all over the Bravo

Ain't nuttin but tabledancers and strip models, they bring bottles

but trip, niggaz at parties grabbin they best friend

Tryin to dodge, from the Aftermath entourage

No camouflage, fine linen, fine women

Busters get slugs in em

I twist my spliffs with the green, I make a sick scene

scream through some six by nines and fifteens

Tighten my rhymes like bitch jeans

Mix my dimes with ginseng, controllin this thing

Rock on, get your ride on when you hear it

The forbidden gangland lyrics

Playa haters fear it, get you right up close near it

Posessed by the Eazy-E spirit

Dr. Dre set the limit, and niggaz won't cross this line

it's suicide, and niggaz won't cross this line

In your mouth, puffin with my niggaz down South

What the fuck it's really all about me

I'm comin out, front and back, ninety-eight Brougham

All you fake G's stay home

Leave the shit alone, King T's back on the throne

and my niggaz on the mic straight gone, CRAZAY

Y'all niggaz wanna know the real deal?

I freestyle and smack you in your grill

Bomb lyrics, no special effects or gimmicks

The Aftermath'll put you in the mix, beyotch!



Hah, Organized Rhyme in effect

Peace to my nigga Nino