and our own reflections At least for a week or two Don?t ask, don?t tell, just keep it all to yourself And there?s something about those blue eyes And
up (What) Still kid it up (Ooh) I still rock the big R piece glittered up (Let's go) Might fuck you up (Nah) Might cut you up (Yeah) Might take the clip
t no talk show I'm not ya boyfriend, I'm not ya husband I'm not ya sugar daddy, I'm not ya best friend Don't need no best man, don't need no wedding band
the dark and the darkness casts no shadow And I'll be victorious, no matter who I battle So every rapper in the house shut the fuck up! Cause if it wasn't for a mic check you wouldn't
t hittin' Freestyle or written, I don't give a damn What the hell you exhibitin' or representin' And I don't give a damn, shit, did I mention If I don
clay, wet, smelly and gray I wore the same clothes forever and a day Now you can hate me and try to say I'm trashy And if you go & ask somebody, they'
thinks that his shit don't stink And every drink's from a bottle of Crist', and he's flyin on mink He's, young and dumb and don't sync with the drum But
rhymin kids and a rhymin wife I don't let nobody judge me that don't know how to do what I do So if you don't like it then fuck you! [repeat] [Verse
paid Lyndah, since you're the head bitch Why don't you grab the mic and finish this shit [L] Hold up, hold up, wait a minute Wasn't that the same motherfucker
in the mix Now a day don't go by I ain't been in a chick 8? on the dope ask Dominican Rich Winning and rich Eating on cinnamon grits Grinning and shit
some professional shit. So don't try this at home, yo. Yo, yo, yo My style of rhymin is ancient like Aztecs and Mayans Because I recognize its all about timin Me and
The Universe is not far behind, Waves Bars and Rhymes Metaphor and Rhyme is poetry by design But poetry continues outside the timeline Don't care if I
collar and don't bother Niggaz and baby mama drama givin me drama But I -- some how some way Keep comin up with gangsta-ass shit like every single day
d failed at anything...And I felt like I failed her...And I failed myself, and I failed my children...It's still really hard to deal with." "I want to
with the big boss And I always got my Nina Ross Ain't catchin' a nigga slippin' up at the lights So don't trip, and takin' a hit of the sticky-sticky
records and the yellow nigga gets loose [Ice-T:] niggaz don't know man, niggaz don't know [Evil-E:] yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind the wheels [Ice-T:] niggaz can't