make a offer To black kids wishin they white kids, when they close they eyelids Like, "I bet they neighborhood ain't like this" White kids wishin they black kids
To black kids wishin? they white kids when they close they eyelids Like ?I bet they neighborhood ain?t like this? White kids wishin? they black kids,
show you how I get it I don't got it but I bet it, I don't worry, I don't sweat it You can bitch, you can dead it, you can take it there like FedEx Nothing
a left Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Mos Def I slowed the young man down and I started: "Yo money, Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and
you to flex to it, huh? Or do you need more clues? Should I be more black? Will that change your view? Should I die my hair blonde? Should my eyes be
at the cot I'm at the Rican Parade, I'm watchin caramel bitches play Get with real niggaz, bullshit'll never get you paid This is the DREAM of a young black teen I
hands on the clock I step live I think she see me puttin' out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's life today your hands
the vibe Laughs at e-tudes cause I'm stayin alive Time I grips not, so it limps along Dust you, collect if you digs my song Paids and black braids what I
full of nickel Smacked like I'm [unverified], leave him crippled Keep talkin' greasey, I'm a big lip you A'yo your man'll can get slid with you You and
applause They say I'm up to no good, I say I'm down for the cause Down for whatever goes down, I'm strapped down to my drawers So if you up for some
the modern preachers Crack beepers, yes knowledgeable preachers But that didn't effect, the Chubbster I'm from Brooklyn, so I have a little hustler In my blood when I
If you die they still get paid, extra probably Fuck a robbery, I'm the boss, promise you won't rob 'em, I promise But of course you know I had my fingers
the block stay cookin' I'm coolin' it off When the pigs come through they medullas is off Where I'm from dog you rude or you soft If you say you a killer
' And all you punk police, can you see me? Am I clear to you? Picture me rollin' nigga, legit Free like O.J. all day You can't stop me You know I got
's about to go down Uh, me and Snoop about to clown I'm "Losin' My Religion", I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you
your eyes, stay wise, 'cause even Satan is deep I pray for a better living even though I think I'm better dying why, 'cause I'd rather hear the angels singing why, and I
I shine so clean Nigga what ever you need and puff, now holla at me Whether I'm hustlin on the side or I'm droppin this verses I got a service for you
for real I wouldn't hesitate to kill I'm still the Fat One that you love to hate, catch you at your mother's wake Smack you then I wack you with my snub