my room, knowin' that it could happen I'm just tryin' to maintain because the future is untold Till the static unfolds that the good die young Please, God, let a bad
catchin' wreck Stickin' Jamaicans for sound sets outside discoteques It's Klep the death specialist, Stallone and Stone shit Stayin' high representin for the nine-quint Ras bad
I was once wit a team, that, sold me a dream Worked all day and got, none of the cream When playas ain't loyal, that's, bad for the team Niggas play dirty
spine tingling adventures Keenly architechtures of a [unverified] That blockade and bust dental caps and dentures Hey, let?s start a new business venture No, you?re not dreaming
like a bomba on the boulevard Cruising with the 45's, got my loaded .45's still living this Crazy Life I lay low like a Chevrolet, Chevrolet And I bust my rhymes
bad ass with regular and tre bags Always tryin' to get shit I never had 'Cause times is bad like luck that's why I don't give a fuck I dig up my nose
When I was young, my family used to party hard Gangs of uncatched kids turned to blood ketchup The illest niggas was Richard Pryor and Ronnie Bump Skinned knees from being bad
you good and plenty My style the bomb diggy Hey Timbaland be talking more shit And Lil' Kim be talking more shit Da Brat be talking more shit Busta Rhymes
night and Jamaica Queens funkin' Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Hedges but hold up, wait I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate That'll wake yo punk ass up like MC Eiht 'Cuz I be rockin' rhymes since the roof was on
the Cross Colours catalog with analog technology Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology Fuckin up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
the B R A T, the mind blower, the rough rhyme thrower Muthafuckas can't see, ridin' drop top roadsters Fuck all that gold stuff, only triangles dangle when I bust
a bitch, i'm a bitch, We all bitches, In this motherfucking game Just be a bad bitch, When you be a bitch [Verse 1] I wakes up from dreaming of money
as bad as I do But check this out You gon' be wishing that you been gave me your money By the time I finish rumbling with you While rhymes get loose,
their five DOLLAR ass down Because all they do is scream and speak in tounges RAH RAH RAH, but I bust your motherfuckin' lungs Burning up charts with the rhymes
tongue?" My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the tail Did it so hard I shoulda went to jail She left, Earl came over and we went outside Jumped in the BM to bust
was" And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare Settle down cause she right there She said her name was Tangerine Damn the American dream She
We still bad boys killas, y'all don't fill us Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you