and the bees and the flowers and the trees, the moon up above, and the thing called love. Let me tell you 'bout the stars in the sky, the girl and the
and the trees, the stars in the sky, a girl and a guy. The birds and the bees, the flowers and the trees, the stars in the sky and a girl and a guy...
switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin and wristwatches I had to sit back and just watch and just get nauseous and walk around with an empty bottle of Remi Martin
the jeweler, baubles, Laurraine Schwartz sorta dude It's big balling baby when I'm courting you I'm talking spy bags and fly pads and rooms at the Bloomberg And
devil can exist in every human Look how Biggie went out, and Tupac went out And Martin, and Malcolm, and Kennedy, and ?Squeek? And Adam, and Rene, and so on, and
yeah! Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) Buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck (buck) buck Busta Rhymes now, M.O.P. now What you want now? (What
:] Is it because I’m Black Is it because I’m Black When you black you got to hustle, got to struggle and strive. And not every cat that goes through
got my mind scrambled the and egg and an omelette I talk to God every day, and he made me a promise Me and T like, Malcolm and Alasia mahomie Me and Swizz like Martin and
hard times Lookin out my window, holdin my weapon like Malcolm X and And it seems I'm over-stressin, feelin like hatin is your profession And I know
[Intro] Yeah And I'm feelin like [x2] [Verse 1] And I'm feelin like What the heck is this, if you say you diss Imma tell you this, you gon' shoot and
why I say that I'm so hood And it aint shit better than this leather and the wood Got my diamonds looking good and my hand on remote And I'm tucked in
is goin to come after the G, when I'm out (when I'm out) And she already knowin what I'm 'bout (I'm 'bout) The paper boy, it's only G's on my route If
and I never clock in And I will never stumble, fall, or take a pay cut I'm in that elevator and I'm on my way up [Chorus:] Man I'm looking for the good
to tell [1st Verse] Yeah I'm right here Gun in my right palm Nigga tried and trap me and cage me like my san Oh shit this mic on I'm speaking my thoughts
m in the devils daughter and it's so tight I'm doin' it till I'm gone midnight I'm in the devils daughter and it's so tight I'm doin it till I'm gone
through And all the ignorance And hatred in the ice just melt And for the first time in years The truth get felt And from the streets to the burbs to the west and
And do the things we used to do And if I'm reluctant you can pull me in We can relive our youth But we'll just stay friendly like sister and brother
And punks runnin like roaches with the light on And that's all the shit I'm startin Bust a cap (ka-kow-POW) like Jerome on Martin You lookin for
