In the MC world, is a minor league What you speak, you swear it's unique It's just a peek, physique, of an old antique Don't expect a project, then
a nigga, you be you, blow a trigga And he lost his finger, blow him in his spine, make him cripple Distribute, whole entire world, drug related is the issue A
I bench ya All on a Saturday night, step to life I love the way Sally walk Bow legged in a two piece steel We live in New York We live in New York Me
I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat
It's 'bout that time, it's 'bout that time On the fast track chilling, creeping like a villain In 2000 new car, new house and Buy the whole store up
of shit come on fuck raping them girls, making a fuss look out bitch cos i'll pack your town and ill punch your ass like a rodeo clown polka - waltz!
really bothered around here He was such a quiet boy, never any trouble before . . . I'll get a big car and drive like a maniac - please notice me I'll make a
you army issue shouldn't fuck witchu Or get niggaz like Yusef, you're useless Attack back, smack your whole team toothless Now welcome to the New York
crowded, the whole car was leanin' back-- Maharaji's watchin' T.V. with two girlies on his lap-- On Martin Luther King.....the set looks kinda dead-- we need a new
ounce of heaven a waste box of twisted love trembling hands lift me to a world far above taking on a whole new shape my whole world drifts away now
lumberjack raps that can injure And disappear in a cloud of smoke like a ninja Great pretender, now it's time to deal with what's real War, four score with a
Graphic displays melting the steel like blacksmiths Black Wu jackets queen B's ease the guns an' Rumblein patrolmen tearg as laced the function Heads by the score take flight incite a
if I got beef I let the whole world know it So if you got beef let the whole world know it Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it It'
of heaven a waste box of twisted love trembling hands lift me to a world far above taking on a whole new shape my whole world drifts away now i feel
Sprewells twirl I want a penthouse view, plus windows to the world And, diamonds and pearls, and hardwood floors An Italian Job, catch a big money score
nd, '06. Zoli just tried to ignite a Roman candle stick. We're troubling the stateside with CIS. A full blown assault on the whole U.S. Take on the world
walking with a snub Cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin' in the club til' they coughin on the rug Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud My role
Like that Dead Prez flick when they was looking for the score This whole shit here is forceman's sure[? ] ya'll talk about war well a nigga from the core