, Count your blessings. the papers wouldn't lie! I sigh. Not one more Its been a bad day. Please dont take a picture Its been a bad day. Please We
Count your blessings. the papers wouldn't lie! I sigh. Not one more Its been a bad day. Please dont take a picture Its been a bad day. Please We're
lord, Count your blessings. the papers wouldn't lie! I sigh. Not one more Its been a bad day. Please dont take a picture Its been a bad day. Please
utensil I tag the cheque like I got nothing to lose (That's right) I test myself set up, just shut up And brew that C-Y-P-R-E-S-S Got you funky and I
, is me Fuck around and make me bust, this heat [Snoop] That's, the devil, they always wanna dance [Xzibit] I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin
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 your losses
flash For records to movie to TV I'm grabbing cash and I'm dashing The P-(R)-I-(N)-C-(E) With the fresh on the front And I'm a give you what you want
whole compound Takin' all the shots Device from the few I'm rise Let the others drop I elevate Who drop when a dime never got me straight I'm still goin
they need to stay off my dick, you know? Damn right, I'm a nigga and I don't care what you are 'Cause I'm a capital N-I-double-G-E-R Black people might
I'm singin At my little sons grinnin Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen The C needs coachin Put your'e album out, same day as
put this new bad bitch, I got her some Red Bottoms And all these hating ass niggas want me dead Because I'm Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, R.E.D.
no hands, she said look ma no hands And no darlin', I don't dance And, I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad motherfucker
I'm comin' through with the motherfuckin' shotty I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can
bad motherfuckers" I see fake niggaz and the games they play Aiyyo, I deal with that bullshit e'ry day But that ain't gon' stop me from doin what I'm
hear by the sound of the castanettes, we are off, off, off, off we are off. Off to Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-azil! a-Br-r-razil. Brazil... Land of hope, Land of
