cord and ends up in a puddle on the floor- If you thought I was occupied befor -your voice sounds more and more like a tape and paper bandage and the
!) And bust fifty shots through land and wood grain [Mike D] Nigga, Nigga, Nigga that's me! (That Mike D!) On the trill you dummies! Froze up the whole block on dots and
fella Aint nothing really Getting money Before we hit up top Let's hit the spot and cop a twenty Hit the southern states So we can bounce Regulate Throw a tape
't play with it go and grab em Get the old school a couple tools, candy paint and slab em Go and get the old school DJ Screw, and jam it like a anthem
all about perfection and does shit that I hate! Today he wrote me up and I was only five minutes late! And then he threatened to take me off grill and
and start writing about the things that I saw Like kilo grams of that hard and Peruvian flake Wrapped in aluminum foil and duck tape Bust open and throwed in the pot Foamy and
around And at the same time you claim to be collective and selective You not respected when your first objective is to be accepted And you expect me to come and
s no justice, it's just us In fact, watchin' yo back it be must And each and everyday around the way gats bust And jealous so-called friends'll try to
, they just sparks and brave men [Chorus x2: GZA] Did ya say that? Record execs wanna push the album way back? And hold out on my advance?/And hold back
see me and my niggas, Die a violent death from a gun, your hand on the trigger. Nigga you can do whatever the fuck you think you need, Snort you up some
F a "word is bond" I need stocks and bonds from these ill raps Rappers won't see me with contacts, friend So, please act you've got a Siamese twin and
need work? Come on I got consignment to give This year I need 97 gats, 97 cars swear to God this year, I'm gonna fuck 97 starts And if I come short, it
I f*ck you up and where those nigg@s who you runing with they stuck you up them nigg@s ugly and they dirty but they ain't tough enough paper bullin lookin hard and
the mood for bustin' dumpin' accross the Missou And get to huntin' for Kevin East the oo-oo And nigga you knew the Rogue Dawgs rule! Your so called truths get battered and
really was. He, Waldo, alone, understood this. He had intuitively grasped every nook and cranny of her psyche. He had made her smile, and she needed him, and
star, I'm Crawford for Interscope Em starting, 50 staring, Gaga, Gang Starr And Will.I.Am and the Peas, the sixth man I am, y'all And though I came far
respect that And stop P.H.in', and congratulatin' the nigga they facin' Who went from section 8, to makin' money, listen to revelations And Jags and Navigations
