t) catch me if you can (Now you see me) catch me if you can Now you see me, now you don't Come on and catch me if you Catch me if you Catch me if you
me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me
earth to me that could be done The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor Had me beggin' to
cry My teacher carry me home Carry me home my teacher, carry me home Carry me home my teacher, carry me home Carry me home my teacher, carry me home
ephemeral style A melancholy town where we never smile And all I wanna hear is the message beep My dreams, they gotta catch me, 'cos I don't get sleep
when I take a nap, me deadly But then me put in the bullet, the wickedness in me And I'm on a mission on murder Roll city to city without no pity Well
me? Bitch, fuck with me then see that my little aliens, yeah We come to your city, can they really put it on down with the pistol? Can you feel me, feel me
Weed makes me hungry, happy and all I can say Sure I need some more Don't make me wait, stay awake, fake sleep Got the weed between the sheets catch me
I will be there Always waiting Waiting for you To let me inside Where your fire burns In a city of angels Just like a river rushing straight into the
Verse 1 (Jim Jones): Spinnin' through the city top Damn, lookin' pretty, verbal drome, What the fuck is my city Niggas lookin' at me, they bitches wanna get with me
Yeah, Brick City Yeah, Gilla, yo, gilla Yo, Brick City, when it comes to grabbin' steel You could post me down low like Shaq O'Neil You'll be spittin
, to havin hoes leave they man for me There is no realer man than me The city of Oaktown laced me with my first case When them punk police tried to break me
Me and Terry became friends Trying in vain to breathe The fire we born in Catching rides to the outskirts Tying faith between our teeth Sleeping
a bench-press, I sense death in the air, but its nothing for me, Some niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it? You slow niggas still
Busters to front on me A Bible in my pocket I'm walkin' like it's a gun on me So when I catch a Fed they know to put more than one on me Fear No Evil,
deaded How I rolled up in the drop, how I rolled up that sticky How I rolled with them women, elegant player, no sippin' How I f*ck them to sleep? How
rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City [Chorus
