A & R's named Ufid If life's a bitch I'm one of her two kids A motherfucker, if the show fits If rap was a school I'd be teachin at Yale's institution
I make more noise than a block orchestra I'm stalkin' ya Follow my road I'm forkin' ya To the path So YO! Tell a friend Tell a foe Tell a hoe Tell any
a fucking problem, Run boy! Every flow got it mastered So every last word that you fucking fags heard comes straight from the fishes ass, Yeah In other words I'm a
was too late to stop it There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it It was
your game Beat me, hurt me A physical release for mental pain Don't make me explode in your way This is a chain of torture A line of pain No other
game Beat me, hurt me A physical release from mental pain Don't make me explode in your way This is a chain of torture, a line of pain, no other
a little too loc'ed And when it comes to dust, they kick up the most Say the wrong word then whistle down the street to your homies like a bird Bust a
{two gun shots A framed picture and a closed casket A single file line about 50 cars long All drivin’ slow with they lights on He got a lot of flowers and a
even make a good thang of kool-aid (ha ha) But chicken heads get chicken feed (bahk bakh) (a) Lil' dick and weed (bahk bakh) Everything that a chicken
yeah Alter a nigga nina talk to a nigga Take a chunk outcha body like a shark bit a nigga I'm awkward like Cartwright fuck wit a nigga Shot ugly but my
, I'm bout to do Santa Dimengo On a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for Puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the pink flamingo Callin' up MC from a
a lover of my likeness So release all your shyness, call me "Your highness" And dare to feel the wrath of my madness (Latifah does a rasta chorus) Word of mouth
for you And i miss sarah, i wanna wear you like a gucci sweater To get you all alone in a tong i'd do whatever Get me a bottle of dom, i do it better
a dem a boost war like dem a don king Dem shankin, big gun crankin Never stop a day, take time and thank Him Whatta day wicked man get tramplin' Father God, Him a
You've tried to open your mouth but only shit would come out I always wondered where you got it from You haven't heard a damn word I've said, you never
Boys Heh, I'm 'bout to do Santa Dimengo on a horse named Bingo A fugitive lookin' for puff switchin' my lingo Stayin' at a hotel called the Pink Flamingo Callin' up MC from a
speak Everybody in the world's up shit creek Let me tell you about down south Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouth Columbus, Georgia
of havoc People pay Just to have me stay And Ice'll tweak the mix when it statics And say a verse I'll freak a couple words unrehearsed Then I burst
