right side East side until I die You better change like it's Mardi Gras, And we pull guns like Quick Draw McGraw See I'm from New Orleans, Louisiana And
myself, time after time Oh how I never understand how a man could be outcast Judged from the past and he's put last And ??bluffing?? with nothing to say, stutterin and slurrin And
Burning them if you ain't quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a high hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo
inside the future and life is chaotic The government is psychotically racist and robotic The matrix of entrapment is socio-economic Erotic conspiracy theory becomes reality Life is war, and
we Rasta. Yes I I and I was not born rich nor poor. I and I was born naked. You hear something feel something know something do something see something
do is true as long as you believe it And everything you say is play and that's how you should treat it And everyone is high until there's something makes
Swallowing Them No Dose And Leading my Team I Want That Green And Ain't Nobody Gonna Stand In My Way I Give A Fuck What A Hater Say Let Them Other Boys
, baby All right stop, collaborate, and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs a hold of me tightly Flow like a harpoon, daily and
not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin in my 5.0 With
) [Kuniva] I'm the nigga that spotted ya Spit something hot at ya Rip your Nautica Saw you backstage and shot at ya And kill subliminally You can go on And
Big Tom, and Rico, Conji, who loves you, baby DJ Craze, IBP And the whole Mellow Zone family Astoria projects, the Bland The Bronx and Queens, NFL Lafayette and
never been about the rhymes The game is very politicized Those who sympathize with they hearts and minds Show hatred through the mouth, body language and eyes Sometimes I say
shot. He starts his back swing. Champion: (Fart) Donald: He flatuates. Stops his swing, and steps away from his ball, and whispers something too
on the frontier And I'd kill for a cheap whore and a barrel of cold beer I need a slut for a service I take a peak at the shiip and they all run away
it twice And now there's stake with the beans and rice My mothers nervous but she knows the deal My sisters gear now has sex appeal My brothers my partner and were getting paper And
in a minute With the pow, pow, bang, bang and your dead And then we stamp that tank on your forehead Everywhere we go they say, "Damn" Them gangstas
salt shakin' Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em' Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box Watch out, surrounded by niggas that's plottin' and