, tryin' to make the world a better place Instead of duckin', still tryin' to make the ducktes Make the knowledge rain down in buckets Make a little
to build just skills A come on a get down Just skills, you know we gots to build just skills A come on a get down Yo, we livin' in a world of private
kicken box 4 tendance Posse p make the whole car hop When we let the bass drop Inner city posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took a big
Have you ever heard the sound Of a meat cleaver swinging? Head in a handbag, hoe church singing Stare up at the moon hoe Look at all the light That's
back of his cranium Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie There's nothing like a sound, when you hear a piggy die I might choose a gun, I might
stare like a bitch, bitch buy me a beer Nobody wicked like me, I do this terrifically And my muthafuckin' pimp slap will knock down a tree So clown love
the mix and all that shit) Knamsayin', word up (Make it, make it a record real quick, do yo' thang) Throw ya seatbelts on, ahhight? (Yeah, hook it up, make it a
just to sweep you off your feet Oh, got a plenty of time for us to make love But how 'bout first we celebrate what's up How does this sound? The city
, just give me light I don't hate Mobb Deep or MOP That was a phase I was caught up in the beef like a rat in a maze And my legacy will never be that
on the outfit, a hundred on some Nikes But his baby needs wipes diapers and Pedialite And you probably got a cousin, brother or a friend And this song sound
it Bang. [Bizzy] Pulled up in a bucket Blowin' on a blunt Beat hittin like prrumpa-pomp-pomp I don't crack I crease sound like a big bitch In the
to make a mockery of a city who Pock 'em and block 'em why can't you get it, we dangerous Came to get strange with it, bang with it Stop and get a little
beats People with no deals, walk men rappin' on the streets I turned my back, 90 percent of the city sounded wack Payola scams switched DJ's like a
dabble with a flow that's infallible Maintain your order as words I slaughter I destroyed a whole city like Soddom and Gomorrah Or Babylon I'm runnin
heading in your route Soon as I roll up, we puttin' they lights out Poppin' a clip in, with one in the chamber Finna' ride on a stranger, put the hoes
pound all around me ya dig The sounds off like a live 'round 22's on Fleet, peep my shine now I got a whole fuckin' nation that'll ride out And put yo lights out in a
Just get out [ENGINEER] Right! I won't make a sound (grabs his sack and leaves) [THUY] And as for you Come with me [KIM] NO There is a secret That
chest like a vest No more coke, no more dope, just alcohol and sess Respect my rhyme because my mind is filled up with anger Sound like I got a glock