you're story? Now you're a man! (Man!) A man, man, man! Now you're a man! (Man!) A maney maney man! A man, man, man! (Man!) You are now a man You
down, with H-A-W-K May you thought, keep it real Dirty South, for my G's The haters, run up in the streets You're the ones, that ride or die for me [
of marijuana Pounds and pounds of cocaine You have never seen a black man drop off A kilo load of cocaine out of a plane You've never seen this Yet it
V. people counting the dead A break from all the sadness Is what I need now, yeah I remain at a loss for words Apathy I sense in the hurt A colder man
compete But the sleeper did sleep cause the sleeper shoulda woke up Now you're in my sight, the buddha sess you smoke up That's the element you carry
you acting You love me let me hear you say you love me Oh now you don't wanna say it cause everybody listening Ahh you full of shit man It's cool it's cool You love me later You
you sci-fi But nowadays people clap even if you're wack No wonder everbody wants to rap These underground cats think they're down They don't know a damn
a fencer Look, I gives a fuck if you're white, black or octaroon I'll lock you in a room, make you pop balloons filled with toxic fumes, yeah you shoulda
the backey to the D-A-3 Eight gotta represent that S-U-A-V-E D-R-E, chiefin' like a K-C chief We're the pitter pair, we complete d-mix beats, uh [1]
money where is mouth is Did you go out and vote today? Do you really think it made a change? How did you feel when you walked away? Like everything will
's the limit and you know that you Could have what you want or be what you want But make sure you live to be everything you say (?) just doesn't take
a lot of MC's in St. Louis So we gon' do it like this First up we got my man Jewely!!! [Jewely] Now what's a grand finale If you ain't drinkin' grams
you girl, it's all on you, girl! It's on you girl, it's all on you! Look girl, you know that I wanna hit that. You only with it cause you know I kick a
Christ earth is my venue Like McDonald's fries, He's the best thing on the menu When you defend Christ it could be hazardous But if you die you're going
leeches And they make you causin pre-lyrical ejaculations You like to brag a lot, I'm vexed You're playin your petty games but yet you claim to call
a nigga straight (??) in a hurry I'll have your mommy black eyes blurry You better worry if you're dippin' your nose in mine Got these hoes in line, now
fearin' nothin' - you're in front me, you get chopped I'm hot, dog - keep that glock and it's cocked, dog First time you're caught off your game, you
