We went all around the planet, pitchin, and no one hit it I'm the first batter up Ahmad -- well then come widdit All around the planet, pitchin, and
Verse 1: I created verb-noun ??? (The most beautifullest shit) I make up like foundation, now who you facing? The waterproof emcee, Ras blessed the
Intro: Ras Kass That's some real shit Sometimes I be watching, you know what I'm saying, the little videos and shit. I just be trying to imagine them
Chorus: (4x) Jack Frost nipping at your nose (sample of Nat King Cole) I'm sporting trippled down rain gear. Dumping on flying rain deer And that overweight
Chorus: (sampled from Black Moon's "How Many MC's Must Get Dissed") Pen predator Pen predator, et cetera et cetera (7X) Pen predator, et cetera, yeah
[Ras Kass] She had me only, almost loosin my cool Remi and Moet wit brew, shootin pool Ask me if I wanted a dance, yeah Made my way to her chair, sugar
Everything I say don't be yae yo, haters in batter rams, I slam Like syringes in heroine, four hundred and fifty grams Overdose, every coast, one hundred
Hi, this is Al, this scene takes place At a typical Beach Boys practice session We're in the midst of preparing For an upcoming show when a feud Breaks
You got love in the cashbox, baby Now give it to me Diamonds on the dresser Bring ?em on here you see Didn?t your momma tell you It?s better to give
It's evening in the desert I'm tired and I'm cold But I am just a soldier I do what I am told We came with the crusaders To save the holy land It's Christmas
I scandalized my brother While admittin' that he sang some pretty songs (And he did) I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me And, Lord, I knew that,
Hook: We Could marinate, get nice and and stack riches (But it's B.Y.O.B.) Bring your own bud, brew, and bitches Ain't no set trippin', actin' ill and
Chorus: Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets nice Eff the po-lice, Miami Life ain't nuttin nice Miami Life, at any price, keep my pockets nice Eff
I been around the world once, had your fiance twice I ain't nothin' nice but every lifestyle got a price Kiss my momma on the cheek 'cause her love was
Yeah, it goes down Yeah, it goes down Uh-huh, it goes down It goes down I thought you knew it went down Believe that I rock Versacci, sippin' VSOP and
Hook/Chorus: Now I'm a rap fan who never saw Bam Rock the park In the Bronx, but I still snap skulls in the dark So can you recoginze shit is real When
Hook: Well I think I'm going out of my head Yes, I think I'm going out of my head, I think I'm, think I'm, think I'm.... Life's a bitch then you never
I was told two wrongs don't make a right but three rights make a left Act your age not your color but I'd rather act darker Mark a page with mazes of