Smooth and Big D Wild Child and 3, Duke and Jimmy D Them boys off Botany, Lil' Ke and Pokey Clay-Doe and Mike D, Paul and Big E Hill and Country, Z-Ro
find the means Trying to sew up the world because it's not what it seems It's just me, Johnny Walker Black and Lamont Dozier I'm drunk off the music and
bear Al Capone style, bruising your back Make you an interracial cat, have blue and half black Block attacks with the raps that I spit on wack Shit on cats
ain't really hot, you just image and politics The total type, y'all duplicates and male affiliates Soundin the silliest, doin renditions of hits like Al
and the gat's too strong [Marly Metal] Better gates R.O. style black escalades fucking with gats they gonna find you in the everglades me and looser
stepping out casinos like The worlds now mine! And now Im sitting in the sun with my cardboard sign And weak pleas, and all day looking at knees And me and
Now a lot of people think this is easy as it looks Books and books of rhyme concepts and hooks Session to session to get thoughts manifested Stressin and
And see the bodies that are left on the ground Because the flag Red, white and blue And the stars from all the years you've whupped me and mines I still
black hair She could not stand Tom cats And Tom cats everywhere Little white lies, look at those eyes Mathilda hated Tom cats And social climbing forces
gangsta if you're not in black Rappers say they gangsta like that mean that they can not be wack So I look around and realize I only got my strap And
in the day I would've gotten black listed just for speakin' up Hoover probably would've screamed Communist! I want black and brown unity but cats get
say and I hear all that But fuck that, I live in the hood and we need y'all cats So as soon as I hear y'al on some real pro black Then I will gladly go
and old and infants can hear it (Love is) - Knowin the rap game is not the same And still I came Whoever killed 'Pac and Smalls, they're lame Erick Sermon
scared tryin' snatch mine I murder niggaz, like you on the humble tip and use murderin' Al, cuz he don't bull shit they scared of me, so they ran and
facts about real life and death situations Mack with real ice rings, breath tkin' See me floss with whores, double ways and doors The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner style and
time! [Samples from beginning] [Wyclef] He looked at my permit and said, "Get out the car" I'm about to bring the earth, wind, and fire life from
al dem fassy nah crew dem Yo Kardinal and Busta come to crush the liccle fool dem (Who Dem?!) The Circle Click and The Flipmode Squad reppin' da' T-Dot and
