in, shed your skin Four walls a single space Mouth to mouth, hand to face Let me in your hiding place Find yourself alone, you're so tiny in a big box
, shed your skin Four walls a single space Mouth to mouth, hand to face Let me in your hiding place Find yourself alone, you're so tiny in a big box
six figures, is break niggaz Me and Musolini set to ride we high Big Bogart got the alibi if homicide ask us way Labelled a Capo in the mob as big as
don't care about mr outsider it's all about bein' a fighter use the guide to open up your mind a little wider my mellow my ace movin' from place to place
eighty-six I was lethal Rockin for the grassroots and up keep the people The movement of the bowel from that lay shit of the vowel Mad share yeah, from Mr
a nuff ghetto youths Dat got no place to go Live night and day roaming In the ghetto Most ghetto youths Aint' got a place of their own Give dem some place
mind I get it open Ajar mad far I kick you out the drivers listen Dilated Peoples place in po position While suckers steady fishin' I got that big catch
[Mr. G-Stacka] Ok Niggaz quick talk behind my back like that's suppose to hurt me They don't want no real beef cause them niggaz actin' turkey They ain
Can't find his way out of this maze? You gotta be a real dickbuffer To wind up here in the first place Right you are Jimbo Let's watch the big dick
ridin' the Lincoln I wonder what Lee Harvey Oswald was thinkin' When he tried to escape and hide in the theatre Did he see Mr. John Wilkes Booth in the
running from the firm in the novel by Grisham. Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King, on the run and this ain?t no dream. [REPEAT CHORUS] [MNP:] Hiding
in and out under the cover And your so smooth I see you in my dreams In my erotic thoughts your doin' wild things, Mr Good Stuff [chorus] Aahhh, Mr
(feat. Mr. Pookie) [Mr. Lucci] See recongize my niggaz we pullin triggas & knockin em off when a nigga talkin the south 44's steady droppin em off we
I'm gon grab the K [Mr. Lucci] Do you need all that heat [Munchie] Naw just in case [Mr. Lucci] Can't leave no traces gotta work and move duck and hide
V I Z I'm trying to reach the big leagues like Mr. Isley P speaks wisely You dudes that be boasting/ be like roaches Quick to go into hiding I give my
, I'm a underground rap letterin I'm like get-get-get-get, get off my dick I'm the wrong kid you don't wanna fuck with Call me Big Dog, Mr. Crustified
