consider it's own It's a rich and poor thing where the poor be ridin' If you rich and you picky you better be providin' If you hit a fat lick moneyz getting
to be movin on tough streets Play it back baby, crank the pipes, I don't think they got heat (Breaker 1-9, this is Fat Mic) [Chorus: Kool Keith] Diesel
lift danger Born with horns fight it I'm the misguided angle Touched by tradgedy I defy gravity Brutal cruel and dark So beautifulfy remarkable Angry Smirf Man
you look at it But your ass to fat You hopping like a jack rabbit [Hook] 2x [Verse 5] Stuck, Fuck, down on my luck and! Brought me a truck And the motor blew up man
But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you
Trill Fam. Young Savage you can catch me (catch me) Fresh kicks, fresh bows, and a fresh tee (fresh tee) We two crucial ass hoes yea that's me (that's
But hope's just a word That maybe you said or maybe you heard On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve But that's what you need man, and you need
look at it But your ass to fat You hopping like a jack rabbit [Hook] 2x [Verse 5] Stuck, Fuck, down on my luck and! Brought me a truck And the motor blew up man
that act shy I wonder why it's like that, they peeping me like Fat Pat But I just hit the kitty cat, and tell them hoes to back back Ask Fat Rat it's
2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ay WHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey [B.G.] Man I'm rollin with the gangsters, kick it with the
AT? Gettin 2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ay WHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey [B.G.] Man I'm rollin with the gangsters, kick it with
DEY AT? Gettin 2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ay WHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey [B.G.:] Man I'm rollin with the gangsters, kick
them bows and racks The new school bens with them bows to match But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
finger up throw them bow's on them hoe's where they at?, there they go! in a Chevy wood, bitch burnin' up, fiend a every fuck ass hoe man I got's to
It sure aint worth askin' why I stay so high You don't irritate my mind And I aint got time if it aint about a dime The fat pace, crack chase, played
me! {UH! } Call me! {Listen} Call me! (I said I remember) Call me! {Hey} (Call me) Call me! Call meeeeeeeeeeeee! (Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!) [Verse 1: Joell Ortiz] (Awww man