Tekst :

Verse one
I m livin in hell, where all these niggaz
got stories to tell, I be blasin t on these bitch niggaz
servin well, and the company I keep, be the scum of the earth
body tated, hair matted, sellin Key s if you fuck wit these
law breakin niggaz scream, fuck the police
we gonna ball fo, the lil nigga shit
what the fuck you figure?
Timbaland boots, forty-fives wit nicket plates
findin niggaz dead, bring em home and I can t wait
if niggaz is real, then they ain t scared to split em
all that job-ownin shit, fuck you,I ain t wit em
Cuz, when I say jump, niggaz say
How high? or I stabb you in ya fuckin eye
now let s get busy nigga

Chorus
Yall niggaz, wanna ride tonight?
how many niggaz, in the house feel live tonight?
we get Money Over Bitches, cuz we ain t scared to die
live and die by the code, theres on reason why (2x)

Verse two [Fatal]
Keep it comin , these niggaz get done in
on any run in, I smrik and jerk, on any trigga
puttin in work, then past it off, to my little man
like he blast it off, beyond that, ?
criminile, genarile, wit ruff forty five cap
endin ya whole stat, I m the master of this fuckin (fuck yall)shit
so I m a be buckin shit, ya don t know who you fuckin wit
yall spaced out duckin quick, the number one parolly
slap shots like a goalie, the forty glock like steel totin
up shorty rocks, gettin money wit the forty cop

Chorus (2x)

Verse three
Some niggaz, kinda of coke
scared to bust, and I be lookin through ya ass like you
Plexey glass, so I send my pretty bitch
swingin tits and ass, preal hander on her burner so she
blastin fast, alot of niggaz know my rep,
but it don t mean shit, til you witness to yourself
how live it get, and I never let no rhymin ass bitch
share a mic wit me, until I see her versatility
you get the fuckin picture, I swear by everythin spit in my rhymes
it s only hollow points I spit out my nine
drillin niggaz on the block, when I m passin through
I bust six, in the air nigga, just for you
and if I ever get caught sleepin , which I ever doubt would happen
I d be the last nigga rappin , I ll keep my fuckin guns clappin

Whatever though, fake ass niggas will never know
smellin they own shit, when I rip the Berrta slow
the nine milly, the fake thuggs niggaz thats gettin silly
blowin em and showin em, cuz my dogs don t know em
I don t give a fuck, how small big and tall
come get me, and I talk on how square yall are
attack adicts, spray mattics, wit liquid
and the toughest on ya squad, can t ride wit bizniss
I don t know what these niggaz, be thinkin when they see me
niggaz call me whodni, blast and poof like a genie
I stack whack rappers, and stick em like cornerbacks
yall niggaz is jumpin jackz, and bluffin on wax
thinkin you can clown me, me and my little town we
we lost niggaz, fo life, out here they can t drown me
I ll be buried alive, the mic will dig me back up
to tall for lust, I bend these bitches when I fuck

Chorus (2x)

Muthafuckin M.O.B you ain t seen shit yet, what

[After about a minute of mixing]
[Bomb explosions, gun shots]

(You know what you be?)

[Fatal]
You be like the type that come at me
And shoot one at me,
Tryna set it,
Then get another nigga to dead it

What if

What if I don t wanna move one
If I like it as it is
Wanna keep it like this, for a while...forever
Just let me lie close to you
Don t wanna let you go, don t wanna let you go

If I...

Release form

There s something more
i feel the void
don t go away
please don t leave me
learn to proceed
this makes me strong
eyes will not stop bleeding
i see clearly now
i know what i must do
leave behind...

Kicked out the house

DOVE:
In no way are we trying to disrespect any sort of house or club
music, but we re just glad that we re not doing it. And if we were,
this is how it would go.

(I can t be your lover)
(I...

La Dona

Por el amor de una mujer.
Sin saber, se comprende.
Yo no quiero en nuestro amor pensar.
Por el amor de una mujer
que no llego a comprender
en el fondo de mi vida.

Todo me parece como un sueno de la vida....