Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower
started getting ugly and I think I probably told her Then my feet got heavy, I started drippin' sweat I knew I was getting into something and I would
God of the sewer On Hennessy black, on con to the jure Yeah I'm off the block This aint work, homie, I'm off the clock I'm a syllable, Hannibal, killer
Boyz] Oh I think they think they like me(Oh I think they like me) Oh I think they think they like me(Oh I think they like me) Oh I think they think they
sent For a locus, I'm a hundred ton death from above To OJ Simpson, I'm a fingerless glove For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a beard and a trenchcoat Chillin
wanna fuck wit it? I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10 an' let you niggas know I'm gung ho Baby, I guess, maybe I can get with your program With
3 Am (Im Making That Phone Call) Even Though I'm Far I'm Coming. (Baby I'll Be Right Over.) [Ja Rule:] Yess Im Feelin Myself Especially Right Now Your Doors
.' So I talked about conscience and I talked about pain And he looked out the window and it started to rain I thought maybe I've already gone crazy. So
am I a crip or a blood? I am what I am and that's all I can stands I can't stands no more so i'ma scram Sell me a couple of ki's and buy a crib far
[ringing] Hello? Yo I'm in the booth, I'm gonna call you right back.. Na, I just gotta put this one part down I'm gonna call you back.. I'm at the
vest Walking down the street, my next door neighbors not impressed I'm a robot and buying ten fags is my quest Eggsie's gone too far, he thinks he's
, 3, 4, 5 category, and I'm so deadly. Come from the land of Barbados. And you know that I'm more dangerous. I'm coming for the come gonna huff and a
waist level I'm fly get on a plane jet lagged already I'm tired The dough ya'll bags is heavy I'm fire The flow hard as a Chevy So I told her me likey
, I let it slide, I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin breathe to get a five, shit I was right I'ld a fuckin died already tryin' I swear to God, I never lied
the n-zine 6 How the fuck you think I love you boy when I'm a playa, dig All that shit I'm sayin, I'm not playin, fuck you slaw ass boys Actions speakin
my people, look nigga, I'm planning And when I see 200 keys of that sand I'm a marked man, so I'll put that shit in your hand I'mma be shacollin', all
motorcar looked more like war than anything I've seen so far so far so far so fierce and ingenious a poetic specter so far gone that every jackass
