give me a bottle In a baby desert eagle Let me do mines I'm a be alright for real Whether with or without A muthafuckin' record deal Whether heaven or hell Caged up in a
(feat. Woodie) [A-Wax] Yo feel my flury Feel my fury Middle finger to the world Till I'm burried Heaven or hell Choose one or be a treat By seven I
easy I'm crooked like Nathan Wick starring as Cochese With a big baseball bat you get robbed like DeNiro A sandwich still ain't nothing but a hero Just a
up?! B-A-B-Y G's Y'all know what time it is A nigga be waitin' now it's time for a nigga to get them ends Whether to spend a C-note or end up to blowin
first up to bat is my maaaaaaaan TRUTH [echoes] [T.R.U.T.H.] God's not arbitrary, he's always gotta a rhyme and reason Sovereign, that's a divine line
I test the skunk, see I will caress the blunt Come step through the flames of Hades or remain a lady Rhymes infectious as rabies -- Deltron, hell on earth
you know! Hieroglyphics will Fuck you up! It's me, really me, not a look-alike I know some sound alike but when I'm around a mic Niggas cut! You know
of reverse physcology Gimme a minute with a chick and she'll exchange a suck for a lick Broke nigga - give bartenders a buck for a tip Take a sip and
it's a hell of a job, man To be a rapper, MC, whatever you want to call it, man We got a lot to deal with. Family members we gotta always look out for
one since me A gangster of love I come from up above I give the mic a tug I give the world a hug I give skies a kiss I give suckers a kiss Some people
come on) [Verse 3] I'm more convinced now than on a part on my life That I'm a die with rhyming kids and a rhyming wife I'm a body every nigga that ever
s the lies of a Reverend Why should you die to go to heaven? The Earth is already in space, the bible I embrace A difficult task I had to take I studied
same See the plan ??? don't roll with a lot of niggaz just a few friends And I blast before a nigga even get a chance to put in his two cents Don't get
the shit that we spit we feel the same See the plan ??? don't roll with a lot of niggaz just a few friends And I blast before a nigga even get a chance
your hems or flip your wigs But we used to wear a turban, but now we're in the urban No more wearing beanies and dress like a genie No hocus pocus cause
So run, son, I ain't the one, bum, who dial 911 If you don't, you's a motherfucking dumb dumb I'm not a role model, I'm a bad figure When it comes to
me neither, only heaven can help ya I'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda" Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the captain that a
you, well yo, you know my records sell My rhymes are intractable, laced with a gel, hell Still I'm inclined with the funky rhyme Heaven-sent to present with a cool design [VERSE 3: The E] A
