fume make me feel smothered The way it melt fiends, can't believe it's not butter The way it melt he won't cop from none other The he who holds O's like
of a nigga That's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya? No I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine 'Cause I got an AK-47, shootin' trey-O
Yeah, this for all you non-believers Especially out in the C-O Man, fuck y'all niggas Woo, yeah, I'm tellin' ya when I die You can see what's deep in
up, gun up Put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down Harmony smooth wid the thug shit Mo' Murda to the fool that clone Five niggas loc'd out
the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones
[unverified] And they call war, ready for the cause Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them, [unverified] gotta break Your face be on that table, ready for more Y'all clone
city ta? city, my niggas is gritty and o boy, Reppin that bone thug, mo? thug, thug line, Hit em with one rhyme, they be like, o boy, o boy, Now most
of glory [Chorus] [Ab-Liva] Sheah, the blaze of glory, rewrite history Turn pages for me, my story is epic Hustle in my blood, my story is metric Bring that O
niggaz about to stop..) YOU! [Ol' Dirty Bastard] Aiyo all this shit is from the ghetto Smoke Palmetto, sing like Peno Carry the Heathrows, scared of police though They tried to kill O
cash, I'm in the zone I'm grippin' wood and tippin' chrome I'm well known, my wrist is rocky like Stallone Southlea is where I roam, the champ is here and there is no clone
disc Me and the clicka, sit down and eat dinner Wake up every mornin' write a new banger That strike harder than your best attempt to sound like P Or the H A V O
like the rock on the curb Nigga people's elbow, the loud-mouthed hold And groupie niggas bangin' for passes to the show Big-ass cheques wit' plenty of O
) We can't relate if you ain't from the area We got the one hitter quitter that?ll bury ya It gets scarier when clones cross polonaise Hydro, criptnotic
rolls im mr. blow up body old. these haters want me on my toes but im relaxed i keeps the army on patrol. trappin' jump clones. diamonds . all of mines
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
, yeah Pharoahe Monch blows shows M O N C H, M O N C H Y?all know the name, let?s go Hallelujah, Pharoahe marchin' to ya The M O N C H, y'all know the
Yeah, to all the Jim Carey ass large co-op Know what I'm sayin'? Large co-op, what the fuck? To the clones, we bless the domes Blow the vial, you know