di Rhythm, nice, nice Alright turn up di voice now. [CHORUS:] Do my thing living dangerously Move fast, when mi past everything dusty Now people saying, Assassin
Bing, it gave me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens
Bulls" music} [P. Diddy] Yeah can you hear me? Yeah There's certain things in life that you can stop and there's certain things in life that can't be
find My Lethal Weapon's my mind "A lethal weapon A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator, if the people ain't steppin'" A lethal weapon A lethal weapon An assassinator
ever heard a thing I'm an assassin and I had a job to do Little did I know, that girl was an assassin too She's an assassin She's an assassin She's
like goin? Drink drink in my hand with the world in the other The uzi go ?brrrrrrr?, stutter Ha, life is a puzzle, jigsaw All I do is win, my name should
m a worried man, got a worried mind No one in front of me, no one behind There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassins
niggas off in different sections Don't hate my message, destiny led to mimic Chastity for my daughter wad up a niggas Sherm And come listen to the sermon Swervin' in my
the fullest Extent of the law Pardon me your honor, may I address the bench? They try-na assassinate me like they did to Larry Flynt Excuse my persona
evil) Talkin' 'bout somebody tryin' to playa hate you Actually I like you but fuck wit my squad the German A.K.'ll hit you Ever seen what them things could do
the store Dressed in black shit Some like theys are meaner If they be hustlin' back, we'll fuck 'em Can't even do one thing, assassinate 'em That's
say? Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on Before things start to happen and I lose my calm 'Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah) Smoking
some two and two shit Raw silk 'cuz you do it to my music Funk Doctor Spock, lock the hypest Individual, to put criminal in diapers With my nigga E
ever knows how the cards get dealt In the hands of the maker when you break yourself Why do I do do do things I do Nobody was ever there for me to talk
leave, won't go nowhere Do si do, oh yo ho, hello there Oh yeah, don't think I won't go there Go to Beirut and do a show there Yeah you laugh till your
In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it brighter But arsenic writer, often with arthritis Carpel-tunnel
