the part CHORUS Ooo don't you send that information my way I've had a blow-out on the information highway 'Cause I'm not Sigmund Freud I'm not
a Bizkit to save this crew from Jon Davis. I'm gonna drop a little east side skill, ya best step back 'cuz I'm 'a kill, I'm 'a kill. So watcha thinking
Silverback Orangutangs You can't stop the train Who wants some? Don't come unprepared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name
stupid, but I got far from twenty-six bars To ten LP's, what can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all? I'm Nas on a track that's unorthodox Like my life coulda
been stupid, but I got far from twenty-six BARS To ten LP's, what can him tell me? Of them? Of y'all? I'M NAS, on a track that's unorthodox Like my life
, brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no better but sanging the blues Oh but brother have I got news for you, I'm something
don't work, you don't eat, need I say more? Cause I'm a kick my rhymes in abundant while you stay poor Since I was 14 I raised myself I built a roof over
'all, Scooby Doo y'all A Scooby Doo y'all, a Scooby doobie doo y'all Six rollin' up and now he's really baffled Brother's thinkin' damn, I never got
I'm about to rob the entire gospel choir And I ain't askin no questions Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings Cause I was told at
aight When the mic, check counts my amount is cash I don?t shoot out, I get that loot out ?cause I?m fresh Hit you with the gold front rim with diamond
As I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupe Yo, I'm illin', I'm slingin' melons like the felons are slangin' dope sacks So max but I wouldn't stand
Tommy dick'll blow y'all ass to pieces I love fuckin with y'all I got the George Jeff walk Look how I dance, favorful robes, bows and all sorts Hold on
me is you waitin' Sweet as carrot cake, fakin' plus you don't eat turkey bacon I don't get down like that, I don't get down neither Cuban Lin'x skeezer
Activate the mind, I'm a light that taught Don't wait for prime time, the fight is off Witness the king Chorus x2 [Killah Priest] Come on I bet ya'
the law" And if you wonder why I'm mad, check the record What's a nigga gotta do to get respected? Sometimes I think I'm getting tested And if I don't
and a lucky girl I don't want no nasty girl I don't want no nasty girl She's a good girl, I love her for that She got mad dough, I love her for that
ain't havin' it If I don't hurry up an' get me some ass I might bust this nut on your TV glass Anyway I'm workin' on my brand new shit A brand new group
