over your tits you walk like a man but you talk like a fool you strut like a stallion but you hump like a mule you walk like a man but you talk like
off my feet As I unleash total chaos into the streets For I observe these dirty words whispering' through your mouth So I now I take it you the big dog
think I'm tuffer than any My attitude is shitty Born in the dope fiends titty And every city you'll find me Looking for trouble Right behind me My outlaw
They ain't my peers and in all these years, they ain't never love me I never got to be a man, must be part of some big plan to keep a nigga in the state
the girls, talking in class Starting trouble, throwin spitballs (yeah he’s a hardcore problem, uhh... detention!) [busta rhymes] Yo!! wake up in the morning to a big
trip out I make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up Other bitches are trouble
I recommend some school for the blind by Helen Keller Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas Redman and the Rockafellas Big ups
and got a dock, I can float to the house Got damn, you wouldn't understand how I'm feeling man I'm chilling man, all for the love of drug dealing man
I got to move on sometimes I got to come down from the trouble, from the noise and from the sound Inna berlin city woman and man dem irie but me overstand
loud-mouthed hold And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show (Can I get in?) Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O's (O's) And hoes wit' big lips doin
streets Cuz It aint worth shit The undertaker take your ass under the earth Quicker, I love money, but the scam is hot So I snatch up my man and hit
the hot [LL Cool J] trizack that sound like heaven Seven six five four three two one My mon Meth-Tical come and get some [Method Man] Playin my
a piece of mind Don't shout shut your mouth I'm trying to think cleary You say my rhymes are dope check it out This is nearly the start of something big
Yeah , i wake up in the morning With a big mess in my brain I try hard to remember Strives are all in vain But that's alright, alright I'm a lucky man
me an old school and blew out the brains The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing And whodi now in trouble
she really want is a nigga to treat her right right Look I'm legit now used to break laws Now you can reap the benefit of world tours Big house big
play, I bury them, y'all already knowin I threw up my arm and really thought it started snowin See I'm a keep it goin, Big Tymin, you heard's me? Aye
[Ludacris:] Uh huh Aye Pain holla at em right quick man [Interlude:] Yeah you gon get in trouble with yo man girl (Don’t get in trouble girl) Talkin
