from the birdy, school cutting it early Don't stutter mothafuckers you heard me, uh Come on home with me these are the facts Steve Francis and Latifah got jacked Mike Tyson punch Mitch Green
if somethin happen skip rappin the'll be big choppas ghetto byrd word cause I keep the big choppas no disrespect niggaz killed big poppa the williams sista ro9meo from steve
his chest. One celluloid stay exposed through his nibbled collar. Feet speckled the sidewalk. Faces gurgled through windows. Passing cars gum rubber streaks. Neon plants swim like green
for fakers and busters Fuckin with me with all honesty You get bombed rap songs coming constantly Bumpin G-15's, Westside scene Killin the competition, while making a fuckin green
pocket full of cash too be thrown in tha air Cause I could take that and spend pair of M8 gears with the front tips and the lights in the rear Use my spare change with the green
Afeni's kid Flip off the lid, who you [^1] pourin fo'? You too could be a corporate green killer, bean spiller, uhh "Gangster of Love" just like Steve
(Joe Nichols/Wil Nance/Steve Dean) Hit the snooze when the 'larm clock rings Layin' there doin' that sleepy head thing There's a bird out my window
(Roger Taylor and Steve Strange) And here comes trouble Manipulator Can you see the way he twists you round his little finger Manipulator Dressed to
dial the groove still feels the same Well I guess it's just the way, that things will have to be, yeah Well what if I could just live in that wonderland Where Stevie
do it real, Raised by OG's Fo keys, buckin shots at the police On these, bitch pigs wanna see me bleed Cause my pockets fat like Steve Plus I'm from the
Darryl Worley / Jim Brown / Steve Leslie Put a man on the moon And a kid in college Get you four new tires And your pickup polished A little white
figure you can take my shit and break Try that shit you thinkin bout and hollowpoint gone lead your wake Cause ain't no jackin me for no green, we done
the fiends cop Or is it noon when the willies wake up from they dream ock Or is it night time when we all grind till the green come I'm smoked out with
the house My nigga D.R. [Verse 1] Nigga the red is for the blood in my arm The black is for the gun in my palm And the green is for the tram that grows
(Steve Bogard/Marv Green) You've got my attention In every dimension You've made a deep impression On my heart tonight Looks can be deceiving But what
Yellow birds for sale you need chicks I keep bricks I'm the boss, They workin' I sit back and make calls Movin' keys I never seen like Stevie and Ray
else changes. [chorus] Sky looks green London city wish they graftin cos were gritty *hustle hustle hustle, hustle hustle hustle cos there means Sky looks green
[Chorus x2: Raekwon (Ghostface Killah)] Yo we put together like CREAM Matter of fact like a Jamaican team Sprangler stats, hatin like Mitch Green Off