someone not a nine, through hard times Mom?s was so strong you one of my heart's pride And you told me I would shine in time, never win, but you know
it?s a body in the trunk son So what?s it gonna be A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came for me I had the Queens hoodie on wit the blood on my sleeve Gave
to castles with pawns and capsules Scramble and find, my money's up, I'm praying for war I do this all the time, all the time, all the time Faces of Doom
, yo, come on Yeah, check-check-check-check me out Check-check-checkin' me out, come on Take-take-take-takin' me out, whose take-take-takin' me out Come on
how you put them little baby cast on there? (Just a little punk ass nigga man) How you put them in the baby cast like that, though, son? Come on, son,
Hold up, we at the opera Queen Elizabeth rub on my leg Had ketchup on her dress from a whopper Chunky ass necklace Must be her birthstone John Paul cop the biggest stones outta Rome Told ya eyes up on
go from hard times to part-times From part-time back to hard times That's the start of crime Till the day we see the father shine Light on us, trying
about being on a hit list But the thing they never thought about was that there was a witness To this senseless crime, right place wrong time Tried as
make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend that its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins [Big Pun] Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks pour on
and givin' me a sponge bath Niggaz say I died dead in the streets Nigga I'm gettin' high, gettin' head on the beach Chillin', sittin' on about half
Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps a Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off, of course Smiles every time my face is
a shorty that I brought home hit it Sent her on her way I got no time today With all this work I got no time to play Cash come and go and I want mine
that .45, plotting to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican, I'd so many times Rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up
is shittin' on your weak Datsun Graffiti written on the Bible, my life is wicked I see dead corpses and Rolls Royces Put your heart on your lap, listen
I used to creep wit' in Queens) And dat's my dun too, so I'ma find out now And have my dogs on the Island, just get on the prawl (On the other side of
replays make it seem easy, so tell a friend to tell a friend that its them again, nature noreaga, wild gremlins [Big Pun] Yo, yo, champagne on the rocks pour on
because I normally came On the R train now me and 5 in the Range We used to twist Phillies and fuck hoes, switch cars and trade guns Them Queens niggaz
twenty cops talking shit on records And never be comin' out of his house Feel like he can't get touched man I'm gonna respond one time, one time only