ah mind But Fly gon' take it like a man doin' time for crime Get behind me, and Fly will lead the line Using my ghetto eyes, ghetto eyes, yeah yeah
dat street boy culture, and they say i got bare skill play jay in that film now the sequels out its over, me im on the big screen but i play 15 cus i
line with they macs out And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war I can hit from a long range don't care if you draw, and uh Your eyes can't hit
[Tame One] Artifacts, check around my fuckin BLOCK, I X-Men like Cyclops When I lift my shades up, my eyes blaze Ghetto Red Hot But as is, my ad-libs
it confused over this rap shit Kinda laced, lookin' at diamonds in my onyx face Oyster perpetual Roly wit the day & date Y'all playa hate this To fly
watching world cup soccer, man them niggas going crazy, but if there had been some black people watching basketball then we'd be ghetto the motherfuckers
can answer that She'll sleep with ya partna, if she think he got stacks And that's a fact, cause I done seen it with my own fucking eyes Hoes trying to play
Evidence got another sound mission Listen, biz and pleasure, what's the difference As long as the shit's hittin, and weed's gettin lit Dilated we play
lifes a jungle, everybody wants to be the king. But it's alright though, I got my eyes on the prize, money in my draw, bigger picture in my eyes. Hands
thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes
and gates Resurrection draws near, mankind awaits When you're livin in this world you got to survive Shaitan is lookin on alert, attackin from all sides Witness before all eyes
And niggaz will kill ya ass quicker than Michael Myers Young niggaz stay strapped 'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but hustlas Drugs smugglas, and Reel Life ghetto
played the left, no threat We had him shook, couldn't look, dripped sweat He coulda fried, I seen his eyes, yeah nigga 'Mega fly, Doe or Die, fifty eye
the head, third degree What's the science, the 411, can't do me none Still ghetto, I rhyme ghetto, my brother's ghetto Never say die and never settle
cop me as one who try to save it The impact of this music really ain't nothing to play with [Frankie Ano] See, I'm super fly paper, get you stuck on
Oye? [Frost] Yeah, yeah, Frost Don Cisco, Soopafly, Kurupt... [Don Cisco] Fred Wreck waz up, boy? [Next Friday] This is for the fly senoritas, mamacitas
to be embedded with Nas Even the ghetto [? ] couldn't play that part Like the Eli Manning's when they play that hard Everybody ain't a Giant but they play
