, I swear I don't have an address so I can't get welfare They kicked me out the shelter Because they said I smelled a little like the living dead
tells no tales The walls, the floors, the blinds, it never fails To catch a little butt from a inmate's head So sorry for you sucker, see ya, sissy, you're dead
some more. Paradise, the luxury marble floor When I hit, hit me full of that cash More money than I seen in a garbage can Stunna island, money and
Imma Fuck Around And Put That Boy Brains On The Table Pick 'em up, fuck 'em Let 'Em Lay Where I'm From We See A Fucking Dead Body Everyday Thats, Uptown
for the bloodshed (bloodshed) I leave that mug red (mug red) I'm like cancer can't catch me cause I done spread (done spread) Doorknob dead, enough said
nice Think I'm scared to go get it you gotdamn lie My money go to lookin' funny I'm gettin' on seventy-five Non-stop homie straight to the Cuban's island
! You can't remember where it was Had this dream stopped? The snake was pale gold Glazed and shrunken We were afraid to touch it The sheets were hot dead
go get some oil nigga You gon' fuck around and get your head burnt [Raekwon] I'm a New York dinosaur, Staten Island artifact Hip-Hop's never dead, the
gettin'some more. Paradise, the luxury marble floor When I hit, hit me full of that cash More money than I seen in a garbage can On Stunna Island, money
be irate Just try to keep him in a cage but some how he keep escapin' That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be takin' Private planes out to Spain
the darkness to the holy glow We burn so bright Can we outlast the show? From the island to the
can't nobody handle me GEAH!! Front page but it ain't no scandal People dead! Light that candle Spark that good shit turn on the engine Put it in gear
know, will my baby weather the storm? Stick around till the weather is warm heyy (Chorus) (Fabolous verse 2) She like shoppin', but never trendy, a lil' Gucci, maybe Fendi, Island
still love you, yeah Had to go across the water Just to find what was here in my heart all along Spent so much time trying to be right That I was dead
' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This is the problem 'cause he never tell 'em he got it From lettin' fags suck him off, Rikers Island in nine-three
From Roosevelt to Freeport to Hempstead to Uniondale Comin deep from the depths of hell I'm dead serious, even though you see me smilin Rough enough to break New York from Long Island
out (like a boss) Turn into a jet (like a boss) Bomb the Russians (like a boss) Crash into the sun (like a boss) Now I'm dead (like a boss) Uh huh.
you gon' die, And at your funeral ya momma gon' cry. So customers kiss the floor floor, And clerks open cash drawers slow, slow. If you don't wanna end up dead