grabbed some girls and a bottle of Mo' I'm the Brother Marquis and it's time to get ill Everybody knows that's how I chill [Fresh Kid Ice] About that
M! Bring yo' dick-suckin' friends! S & M! Let the beatings begin! S & M! Bring yo' momma and her friend! S & M! Bring all your horny friends! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid
Kid Ice] And I'll do all the things that the people like Kid Ice will excite you when he's on the mike It's time to act ill and get on the ball Everybody
the grave, life ain't never been easy Living in the ghetto. From the cradle to the grave since a little bitty child I've been known to get ill and kinda
whole beat drop we just gon' run it to em bet It's all good, uhh I never had much, ran with a bad bunch Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
show my picture for the crimes of another guy Now how's that for the life of a big shot A dead cop, a law suit, a little kid shot I play them nuttin
Heaven aint hard to find (Heaven aint hard to find) [verse 2] Tupac In fact you can have it just have faith Just like a little kid still believin
't see me Since a cloud of smoke like _I Dream of Jeannie_ You in a $100 spot with a buck Like the gods and 3rd Eye say, kid: eeease up! [3rd Eye] Next
and the wicked Plagues a city street swell in evil-fitted Man verse man, the haves against have-nots House a kid for grips, leave him in his socks Precedence
we wear." [Verse One: Pete Nice (Prime Minister)] In the heart of the city ya pops nutted Twelve months later, your moms stuttered The side of your grill, ill
Nice] Uncle Fester, the baldhead jester Not me, the Minister, the mic molestor Five-oh arrest a G, doin ill deeds Took a hoe to pull out the weeds Droppin
Kid Yab Yum 3rd Storee I could love you for the rest of my life Set it off right, be my wife We make moves (uh huh) dam if they only knew Ill never
the chitter chat I'm the baker, i bake the bread the barber, i cut ya head the marksman, i spray the lead "I blood clot, chop ya leg" do not f**k with the kid
date you be want you say you want the finer things in life you got to go out and get it and ill be right here waitin when you come down to the kid see
sky's tha limit. if you can belive suceed then achefe, But first past tha weed i was born ta be a balla. Niggas be hatein' on a kid i can't call it. I
, but she sold now you heartbroke, that's what you get for lovin them hoes An ill flow with no beat, is incomplete, it's like a stickup kid runnin round
she say She don't give a fuck about your ass anyway Up North found first stop Watertown Of fist-skill, where the hand skills are real ill You'll be a
