Testi:
Little T And One Track Mike

from all the acusations And the laughin False facts, and lies of the world outside I'm a' just sit here and count flies One Two Three, four, five That one died And

to flow I want wings, don't you know? Yeah, kids, I know all about it I'm gunna get my wings one day Don't you doubt it I don't want a car or diamond

[2 Low] You can call me T double o to the L-o-double - yo I'm 2 Low, that funky little brother, yo Comin back with a brand new cut And you can new jack

and you swear you got bitch slapped Big Mike sell my shit, til it's platinum on mixtrap I'll push ya whole click back, with one little "click-clack" If

wreck this, disrespect this Hit a nigga in his stomach and I broke his necklace Bob and I weave, weave and I bob And I ain't go stop untill I knock down

weasel, the wacky The packy, the Rikki, Tikki, the Taffy One for the trouble, two for the trouble I gotta get snaps and spit raps on the double On and

we're moving You slow down and stop my grooving Baby won't you let go and dance, oh, oh baby [Repeat 1] Hey, yo, Nicci, come on Baby can't you see

up and panicked, he couldn't face me he was frantic Snuck behind with a bottle and then he ran quick (bitch) That's how a little man fights a giant Cowardly lion and

and there?s none the fairer. O.T.B. was jammed. Paper changing hands. Nothing left but smoke and cellar And a Woman with a black umbrella. Little Lewis lost his shit. 10 to 1, couldn?t