way you ?? how you puts it down See this dog just don't bark easy You gotta be off the heazy, fa sheezy Make young weezy wanna get w/ it And lock down all
sexual healing Lord have mercy this is lovely, I'll say splendid Puba's on the stage, and I'm glad you all attended Rhymin to the beat, is the way I make
it on the hush For a few thousand bucks, we ghetto fabulous [Chorus x4:] Puttin' check down Step down, or let's get down And then we burn down the next
I blow domes for that paper, like a predator Pack gats, VP, best man, etc. I roll 'em dice, until you tell me that I'm deaden ya I get down for mine,
To my warriors on Riker's Isle I HOPE YOU ALL CAN HEAR ME Make 'em nice and be this thorough With a nation of hip hop with everybody down here ROLLIN'
me (In the ghetto) (REMIX!) You all know what I'm talkin 'bout (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) (And as we continue on) You all
through" "At 1000 degrees celsius I make Emcees melt, Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself" "Canibus is the type to fight for mics, beatin' niggaz to death and beatin
love it and i hate it, I guess im back at it Oh well im independent now get her down Said you can take it all at once go 'head and sit her down And just
heads open for fun Chase him down, stomp him out, if he tried to run I could flip packs, get stacks, big straps, where it at? Slung crack, real cat, you
's like night and day But at night or day in the AM or the PM You know I'm hitting TM I call 'em like I see 'em So rewind the rhyme stick it in your eye
I conjured demons Got bitches at my concert screamin' Like a naval recruiter they truly want the semen/sea men Rip MCs at the seams leaved 'em stomped
the C thang, Hillside slang It's a Hillside thang from the Hillside, mang Smokin em like a chronic sack, rollin em in a zag Hittin em with the funk and zippin em
to you like monopoly Question three, who producing your album man Scott Storch, Beat Bullies, Mannie Fresh, Cool & Dre And the list goes on pimping I'm coming down
Houston down To Harlem! (Harlem) 20 deep if it's a problem Tell em it ain't true cause they thinkin we gon rob em(rob em) And you know how we be mobbin
the field and get on down. Everybody knows I don't mess around. I can break'em, shake'em, Any time of day. I like to steal it and make 'em pay, So please
I got em Bow make em heal, I ain't talkin bout collage, nah I do girls like I do my clothes I wear em one time then I go back for more If she want
So you're tired and you're beat And you worked all week And you need a place you can let it go Where the girls go wild And the boys play hard And you
somewhere can't bear to be late, cause the race is on for all with the ruffneck song Even though they weren't born in the Carribean like me And others that were all