care, of my heartless strap Hung over from hennessy, wit a menace in tennessee To creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry Chorus I know the rules
get lonely Sometimes I Cry, fo' niggaz I'm a baptized when will they realize I Live It Up cop tha coke sell it and re' it up I'm Always On Time got bitches
And while the world probes, I arrest verse I.N.C. I'm still wishing y'all the R.I.P. Can I Live, for I D.I.E. I'm talkin', M.O.B, murder inc bosses Count
T-O-R-I-O-U-S you just lay down slow I blaze out in the six while letting the fifth go I think Big as if I was wanted on deathrow We tha world famous,
it off, lines is visible. I battle, I challenge, I rhyme my syllables. Sound like Bone, that's dispicable. I'll put you in I.C.U. I see you is not original
rap without nervousness and chill shot and spin I, wit you got is men I she top they droppin' did I, you got popped in the lid I rock fight pop hoes in
the side sell weed I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens I lecture how I got
a little love she don't know how to act She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't want her back I didn't know honey gets down like that Now a brotha gotta
I'm the incredible I do the impossible I'm known to destroy you and your crew if you follow the rules I'm number one, I'm the Prince, I'm the lyrical
time, motherfucker, try to stop me busting nine-nines Wild ridahs, all I see when I open up Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I
I deliever my blow it could be fatal, Get yo ass smashed like potatoes and gravy, Maybe with some prctice you can fade me, But I doubt it, picked up
Grey Ghost -- Do you know a a Don Rodriguez? GGh: I know no such person. RZA: Don Rodriguez from the Bronx? Don Rodriguez? GGh: I don't know who
, I'm doin' things I never thought I'd do I don't know, there ain't no explanation Of why I'm sharin' love at last this way I won't try to work out all
mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines Wild ridahs all I see when I open up Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up You know what? I seen
now. Family gathered at his bed side ready to sing the blues, when a doctor rushed in and said I got some news. The good news is Bubba I've found you
quit it for a digit, die for it 'cause I live it Before I let go, have correct dough I bust my shit off, I'm out to blow the lid off, alert the metro
got shot nine times Can tell ya that I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck God may I ask yo' permission to take his life This is your man be I N
t you put your hands too close and try to approach I won't snap at you I'm goin for throats And when you feel my bite 'cha sing high notes I peeped you
