I wish you wouldn't say that I wish you wouldn't say that I wish you wouldn't say that I wish you wouldn't say that I wish you wouldn't say that ...
around, say "man I think I've been here before." Yea I knew you would I think I think too much about you and where you are. I wish I'd forget this Instead
now he's talking like a yaddi Man everything is changing I don't understand a thing I guess this is that bullshit that all the money bring I'm on flight
motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, something
couldn't see They say where you wanna do it, I say here They say when you wanna do it, I say now They say how? I say with my style One of the few things
I might just let you see that I be naked [Chorus] [Slick Rick:] On the real tip, I think I see the heaven above in you I wish I could say you're struggling
I smash ya Refuse, I leave that ass, know that I'm nasty No clues, I can't be caught I can't be found, it's all on you I stop ya heart from beatin, down
Cunningham I don't wanna talk, I just wanna beef I don't want a piece, I want it all baby boy I don't wanna eat, I wanna feast up? rough piece of shit
the frauds in a second on the mic, I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I have juice I just produce, create, innovate on a
I wish u would I wish u would, bitch I wish u would Ever try to test my nutts, boy I wish u would I wish u would, nigga I wish u would Ever try to test
will heal And I really didn't mean a word I said though I can't prove that Now the only thing that I can really say is I went out And out I went and
I've heard you say many times That you're better 'n no one And no one is better 'n you. If you really believe that, You know you got Nothing to win and
There's always somebody talkin 'bout you owe 'em I made not a dollar, you didn't sell nada Niggaz ain't even grateful that we let y'all ride You better
petty bullshit Y'all thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas #1 fillin' his gun, and I wish you would Bitch, pop, pop and pump and have to show you
of the barrio I'm givin to you Readin a lifestyle a Harry-O see in his views I'm tatted, only God can judge me, I know that I'm ugly Who's my enemies
And I wish that I could tell you right now (...I love you) But it looks like I won't be around So you won't know... You won't know... You won't know
Papers were straight so I didn't wet the situation Got my shit back, and that was that, but that wasn't that Cause in fact, I got stopped two more times