I bet I'm fuckin' her Ask the hooker, if I didn't jook her If she tried to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her Why you wanna play your games
Deep I focus my locus thought on my enemies Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
You can check them other ones, maybe them younger ones But I be that eye witness just like Connie Chung Some burn the paper, some burn the bong I'm burning
the best You put 'em on stage and you have 'em undress Some angel whore who can learn a guitar lick Hey, now that's what I call music So burned out Johnny thinks the books are
writing melancholy tunes And tearful words that rhyme Before my time Before my time There were songs in old dusty books Of love thats always been Sweet lovers in their glory Who are
always gotta lock the safe but they don't do jay But anyway, it's another day, another dollar to earn, more weed to burn I learn, muthafuckas are jealous
Listen to the preacher man But are you talkin' to me I can't hear you with a mouth full of pig's feet If I should need the swine flesh Your body is a
Microphone check, yo, yeah They won't call me a nigga They won't call me a nigga Listen to the preacher man, but are you talkin' to me? I can't hear
fools got a problem with me, Or do they got love, So when the light turns green I don't bone out, I wanna see what these black men are all about, Cause
capable Stupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoe A few out a thousand My town is foundin' fathers of the black panthers We provide answers You don't wanna believe Then ya all are
Do these fools got a problem with me or do they got love? And when the light turns green, I don't bone out I wanna see what these black men are all about
(Take this [unverified] for a ride) Boom! Burn! Bip! Yeah! Pow! Hey, ha ha Down with the DC Talk, d-d-down with the DC Talk Are you down with the DC Talk
gonna score She's got the skills, dirty dreams are fulfilled When she walks in the room When will you learn, if you play you'll get burned Like a heatwave
'd never ever been in a band i got cool as black ice tattooed on my hand and the christians gave me comic books as if i would be scared of burning in
in books Your last words to me tonight's the night Meant redemption was harder than it looks So take care of what you love And all this stuff are remnants
a tree that's burning Deny the thing that makes your heart beat now What is war worth fighting to? When the only thing worth keeping score is how you have to prove that you are
yo ass I dont even think I got.. Oh no I definitely still got some weed for the lab But still when you gonna be here? Soon? Mother fucker how soo.. Oh there you are
quick divorce/ My niggas keep tellin' me what they keep sayin' about B in the Source/ But I don't read magazines, nigga that's just irratation/ Bizzy reads the type of books