Testi:
Dynamite Boy Catching On

bind and when the day is done and the cards have been dealt all i can say is i'm catching on to what can tear me down i'm catching on to what can

a bind and when the day is done and the cards have been dealt all i can say is i'm catching on to what can tear me down i'm catching on to what can tear

muscle Keep work on the strip, shit I live to the hustle Step my game up to a bird from a bundle Football shit, cook wrong nigga fumble Blocks on the shoes, twelve on

I'm sick of these devil tricks You call me a nigger, you get your muthafuckin skull slit Devils runnin away, but they get caught, we won't let it pass I'll catch

you are Pull up on the side, leave your ass slumped in the car [Carlton Fisk:] Lets get this money baby boy, fuck waitin' in line 'Fore I catch football

watch the world Through the Benz logo on the hood Fly boy fat boy Fat boy fly boy I taught women it's thick Like a [? ] Man I startin to feel Like a young Willy Dynamite

like Soul on Ice Dynamite with the mic device Now roll the dic, for the game of death Snake eyes baby pah, the Boy Wonder's a threat

on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on And the beat goes on, and the beat goes on, and the beat goes on I'm the hottest nigga, in the hooooooooooddddddddd

my smob on, gets my mob on And niggas be talkin the shit, but yo I'm quick to get my rob on Cause peelin your cap will put my dick on swoll Muthafucka