real-to-ya Tell me how it Feel-to-you, feel-to-you, feel-to-you Now don't it feel lovely? [x2] Now don't it sound lovely? [x2] Ah ha I'm lovely like the left field
-to-ya Tell me how it Feel-to-you, feel-to-you, feel-to-you Now don't it feel lovely? [x2] Now don't it sound lovely? [x2] Ah ha I'm lovely like the left field
we're not dealin in humanism P.O.W.'s, M.I.A.'s unknown soldiers in unknown graves Let's bring 'em home safe "The F.B.I. continues to look for those
throw some to your wiz Niggaz running up on me, til the tre' pound click Talking 'bout 'Ruck, let's battle' on some 8 Mile shit I'm like; nigga, my name ain't B
you a Part Time Sucka who works O.T., to be like me The Capital P, the M, I'm like D To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T Leave without a motive or a C-L-
a Part Time Sucka who works O.T., to be like The Capital P, the M, I'm like D To slay an emcee, on the S-P-O-T Leave without a motive or a C-L-U-E So
and drink that motherfucking Hennessey and smoke weed (smoke weed) yeah I'm that fool that's everlasting like the M-O-B (M-O-B) and I'm that fool that
for a Whopper Look left and see partner, I hit the stash BLAKA! ... Now that's drama [Game] Who the fuck you think you is, Ron O'Neal? Tat-tat, what
serve like a bird over on the South West side and this side better be rollin thick It's that G-double O-D-I-E M-O-B to infinity ballin Huh, and callin
Powder and Cleve Once you found you get down, burn torchin' and beat That's the treatment you get from a nigga in C.M.B. I'm the B.G. but you can call
rollin kids Cross me and pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean We like the left field wall, we stackin +
tee shirt Re taught no remorse donate aborted rappers for skin cell research I spit a few bars and niggas is f.u.b.a.r You wouldn't ride on me if you
block To get thru the gate. - I'll run a hundred miles and hop! Track and field on 'em. (yeah!) - I bring ya whole shit down, {Whooooooooooooooooooo} Shaq O
