full turn; stuck between the nine and five. Sharp, left turn; the sacrifice to stay alive. (turn it) Seven to one, seven to one. Look at his face, look
May so my sign is Taurus, kick you in your face like my fuckin name was Chuck Norris, make you sing my chorus Rock to the beat and then, turn into
outta ammo, if it's a problem it's handled, I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles, You fuck around i'll blow your brains on my new york times, Run home turn
you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy packed full of sweat I hope
lighten up Never that, I'ma speak my mind, keep windin' up Black flag wrapped on my face on my billboard Look around, Diddy got a flag on his face y'all
Park the children were playing Behind the bars the tiger walked Smiling young faces of many colours Many young tongues were being talked The garbage lying in the streets of the Village, Smiling face
stand a chance 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
there Snake style, no one could compete Serpents will bite Lay outside, and then they roll back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York
all blast, everybody bought Lac's Everybody got stacks, some of us puff Black's Some Newports Tap tap Too Short, even chop New York If it ain't screwed
a chance 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
step up Through this when I do this I'm the smoothest when I groove it speedy Turn back yo, don't try to be greedy Houston, Tex, out of New York City
you can't, proper digest You open mic stands, you catch one, with sperm in your hand I leave you thinkin in your hotels, with pussy stinkin Massengil thrills flow through New York
it's a problem it's handled I'll have your people pourin' out liquor and lightin' candles You fuck around I'll blow your brains on my New York Times Run home turn
I hit New York and they loosened the chains I went and bought me a tec, now I'm wild, insane I'm on a hunt for a rapper who wanna turn singer I got
freak in a thong with a freak full of yawn Said you went to Catholic school and that's cool Let me see you throw the suit on With no interruptions, ma turn
was it man But I know y'all got more in store man [Enuff] Yo son we here live at the Hit Fiddactory, New York City We got the brand new flavors from
one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full of tears
decided one day, to tell her my feelings was true I couldn't live without her so I told her, facing my fears But honey's only response, was a face full
