Well I remember staring up at your ceiling Remember thinking what a waste of time 'Cause I've forgotten why I bothered to call you And I've forgotten how when and why
B. baby. I'm so hurt!! Fa sheezy. Fa sheez. [Verse 1: Bart] I fold the cash then I hit away juss a thug fo the money, no love hit 'em up wit the blast
much, I walk around with the charger When the D's come around, I'ma swallow my crack Shit the work out later, and hit 'em with that If it's a direct
binding of a wire hanger to rabbit ears, every pixel that leaked dead over the carpet, had to be spit shinned and hidden before the ford duster parketh, when
But if you like it and you find it again, bring a friend And make amends when y'all niggaz both drop ten Why pretend like I'm on when I ain't I still
From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B. And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you livin? [Beanie Sigel]
Put them shits in park It's the all terrain vechicle That brings the ruckus when I roll through your muncipal District get hit by this kid with sharper wits How
Jeeps, hoopties with the raggedy seats Just imagine how I'm movin if we had any beef Beats relax me, good cheeba keeps me nasty Lower the smoke when I
shit and you'll get licked Get hit by a dread who's fed with the nonsense Leave you red, where my clip empty out his contents Spill your guts when I fill
the coffin, You wonder why, we don't run for President more often, Medgar Evers wasn't scared, to lead and do his thing, That's why I love, Malcolm X
pussy like a bloodhound Plus I feel that no style is darker than mine You can stick that into places where the sun don't shine All you one hit wonders
Come on baby why you cryin'?He hit you? Who done it?Your boyfriend? That chicken McNugget? That Box Head kd that don't know how to act? Instead os that
shit gets torn and tattered niggas brains is splattered on sewage drains when they be goin' at it static over addicts, revolvers and automatics it's illmatic how
nationwide...thats why my ass is wide Thats why your ass just died on the passanger side... Like a fuckin ride...when it got shot up by a drive by When
having a nice time with his little accordion ("Toto . . . !"), and this weird wind came up ("Toto . . . !"), direct from Glendale ("Toto . . . ! Toto . . . !"), blowing these terrible germs in his direction
rock please [JD] Nigga I feel like why you gon come if ain't on time And ain't no need in coming out if you ain't gonna shine That's why I am why I am