it rains it pours Takin no pity trampedin ova bitches Niggas can get it too i aint no where near thru Hood that?s how you want Good cuz imma get it Since I
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no signin' bonus 'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey I'm not a restroom so ain't no need to stall I don't run or walk now so I can give it
a day, don't get it twisted I get lifted, I just shoot somethin' from hot biscuit These street kids, we can't lost, we terrorize you district Leave no
, dastardly, mastery My felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece Stop graftin' me, chump ass niggaz eyein' me, temp me I'll break it simply, I'm
put me in a pen if I could do it all again, I'd probably bust your chin [Wyclef - Verse One] I'm from a land of black bats, alley rats and cats Scratch
it dawned on 'em; (uh!) The niggaz that call him "the best" - I moonwalk on 'em! {BRING IT BACk! } I'm air gasoline! (uh!) - I'll put the torch on 'em
I don't got on no jewels I'm so hot and I done told you You aint no kiddin to me so basically I don't know you You don't know me homie I clap you with
I can't help it. I don't care how far you think the analogy extends itself. When I see you making that bus driver climb up and down, on and off the roof
get shot? Or lift the earth from under his feet and make his boots rock Tell me.. [Letha Face] I can't stand it, people try to judge me Especially the
me for I ain't sold one fuckin record I'm just tryin to use these 200 bars to feed my family nigga I ain't no threat I can't rap I'm from Compton remember
leg up on the competition like hopscotch I'm nice I'm sayin' it twice I repeat like a pen I breed another eight MCs approachin' me I disrespect, slash
hatin' it all Prayin' I take the fall, but they small This, it can't stop like Shaq with the rock I can stand in the lot and still smash the spot Got
wisdom, it's a mystery I drop science for the ones who know it's me You say I'm dope, cool, it makes sense I ain't conceited, I'm just convinced Strapped
whip it ship it, then I'm in the wind Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase I'm not a case catcher so I can't catch a case Money on my mind, and how
word is my bond, every summer I'm there Ya'll can jump double dutch while I'm laying in the cut I told ya'll I wasn't giving up I told ya'll, I can jump
became an amplifier I live for inspiration, for without that, I will die (go!) Here the bomb jam now can you dig it? Don't stop and uh don't quit cuz
felony melody has to be a bastards masterpiece Stop graftin me, chump-ass niggaz eyein me, temp me I'll break it simply, I'm horrifyingly empty Spittin
when it's pockets for profit I can't stop it this mob got me If you ain't gonna pop it don't cock it Cause if we working you, ready to us carrying clips