Then Chimpanzees 1O Addresses And I Dresses, Like I Thinks I'm The Mothafuckin Best There Is And I'm About To Bubble And She Catch That Fizz And I'
gone bleed (yea, yea) Under the position of blood and Crystylle hittin a nigga section with guns leavin it foul blow out cha sky's you coming bak with the guns
I got my sword cross your throat you joke Verse Four: Method Man We on the run with the golden guns, get you numb when it reach out and teach someone
over the bridge Jumped out and dove in the ditch Broke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridge Kidnapped the parents and left the ransom note
Up and down like hell, yeah Said, "We love them cars and we love them chicks And we love them parties and we love that cris' And we love them houses and
where my car keys at? And where my money at? I'm gonna follow y'all to the, ah, where the honeys at Gimme some cheese, eggs, steaks and grits And hit
could cut it and serve it And I keep it real, and I play the field And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill [Wayne] And I flip the guns, when
mic for many years and still don't have any guns yet, anyone havin' fun yet, my heart beats like a drum set, take a look up in the sky and feel the heat
But to feel alone like a tree in a desert Dried up like the skin of a lizard But full of color like the spots of a leopard Drum and bass pull me in
the mic's my piece Some carry knives some carry guns 2000 brothers in the channel trying to be number one Looking serious, flexing posing You rub shoulders, step on toes and
Man made slaves and modern day babbles Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles By wicked thieves and vandals Aho man-handled us with leather whips and burnin' candles And
low blows at dum-dums My check comes in lump sums My name's found in chump's guns You want some, come get some Yo Dan, drop them damn drums Down South
drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With drums and guns and guns and drums, hurroo, hurroo With drums and guns and guns and drums
And I Got More Banana Clips Then Chimpanzees 1o Addresses And I Dresses, Like I Thinks I'm The Mothaf**kin Best There Is And I'm About To Bubble And
in the Hills of Shiloh Wind a blowing through her hair in the Hills of Shiloh Listening for the sound of guns listening for the rolling drums And the
[killa bamz] Red dog ebonese, half gotti and lebonese You see me posted, lifted like my tape to text Poverty projects son, and I ain't scared to talk
like my father My style survived slave ships, whips and chains, hardships Still through all this the praise roll off my lips Bring your guns, chains and
made slaves and modern day babbles Raw from Africa and golden ropes and sandles By wicked thieves and vandals Who man-handled us with leather whips and burnin' candles And