I do You don't like how I'm livin', well ( *scratch* ) you This is hip-hop and I'm in it My man Rhett will cut you up in a minute With a cut, stab [?]
playin fuckin around Youse a little bitch.. Youse a bitch-ass nigga, smack your fuckin skullies off You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin lesson yet? Count your blessing
it, so I ain't bothered Damn this last little helping of ham and Christmas dressing Got me in the middle of February counting my blessings Like that
stop? I don't know the beat-box is coming in Got you counting from on to ten And by the time you get up to nine, your ass is left behind Cause you can
P is what's up We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up (COME ON) [Lil' Fame] Yo your ego, why still spit lines that your bitch Play C low, and spit
the motherfuckin thugs at? Throw your motherfuckin middle finger We gonna do this shit like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin
with it Tupac? [Tupac] Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at? Throw your motherfuckin middle finger We gonna do this shit like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings
your man ain't sauce like this He can wear 10 Rolexes, that nigga still be a trick While every word I bless you with 'll have you light-headed and make your
in your bless, leave you laying on the deck fuck your bullet proof vest son, I'm aiming for your neck Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug '
all goes down, baby, All We Got Is Us [Verse 2: C.L. Smooth] You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters This run is for the green
the place where the cook spits This is where I was when the bomb dropped Hiding from the uninvited onslaught I've seen people who don't believe in sleep count
