bad as Leroy Brown Brown Yo I'm a pro pro but not a noun noun If you got beef beef then you'll get ground ground Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
, marks wanna test me because I test the mics I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
stand back (stand back) Let me be the target, let your bullett hit, I'll handle that Let me see you flex aggressive ignorance, see half these cats Stagger like the simple common sense
your body to me I said you're wack, you're wack, showin your body to me You got no Soul man, and you need to get a Pound Cause you, ain't, ah-really
marks wanna test me because I test the mics I check 'em like sound, and like loose I'm down Plus I done got better since Soul By the Pound, I maintain
more i hate I hate myself I sit still but I turn On myself I kill my soul piece by piece I feel myself slipping Common sense fails me Existence
me Comin' through buyin' fifty sacks from the homie I'm on the cony, mug got 'em in suspense Peace sign 'cause they peep my gauge on the fence Common sense
live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh I get the party live, Common Sense will get the party live, huh I get the party live, Common Sense will
try to take em away from me ill leave yo body so swole, what im holding is big enough to blow a hole in yo soul, so take yo gin and hypnotic and have a seat by
