1st verse 'whys that 'im a youngsta doing it big times stay on my grind a crooked child brought up troublesome in this life of crime and god where u
i`ll make it through today cuzz I don't wanna die -everynite i praise the lord wishing it aint my last nite the struggles & the pain..it all equal life ( B-SKip
at night were lily white By morning they were scarlet The cabin boy was Kipper By Christ he was a nipper He stuffed his ass with broken glass And circumcised the skipper
Vivo junto a la mar y me cuenta historias sobre lugares que los hombres matarian por conocer. En mi soledad soy guardian del faro, brava la mar un buen
catch me baby B-section: Picture me livin' the life of a superstar All the girls around the world They cry they know who we are Ooh wee that's the life for me Skip
want to grind with me) 20 inch chrome spin (Come on and shine with me) Lets get that money man (Lets get that money man) [Verse 3: Skip] Man fuck them other
biggest pretenders To me the word 'MC' doesn't know no fuckin genders I enter braincells within the midst of beats The ray of sound make b-boys jump out
the ass crack And bust a nut in that (Urgh) You get no receipt when all sales are final I'll leave you (b-side/beside) yourself like the other side
mint condition They'll be staring at the radio staying up all night So like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg just B
condition They'll be staring at the radio staying up all night So like a pimp I'm pimpin' I got a boat to eat shrimp in Nothing wrong with my leg just B
the mic and you will know That I rock the mic and go ohohohohohhoh Sing a funky record MCs'll say Ain't no other MC like B I Z M uza A From New York york
shit catch on Popote light the bat, pass the shit to AZ Pass the shit to Lord, yo, Lord give the shit to me Yo, Wild pass the shit to Skip, Skip roll
be the man, until my band got old But I cannot fold, nor my paper thin Get all my paper in, or I'mm lace ya chin [Chorus] [Sean Price] Know this B.
how you be me (how) It's me capital B Rap lil B Different after me What a disaster see It's a fact that no other cat attractive as me (nope) Can't no other
can't tell me different Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it I'm programmed automatic with this G shit And that go for every other cat you
enter the spectrum your career's never no more Enter the rectum And at twilight we'll skip stones and laugh about your poems But a blood-red book when the others
