The cabaret was quiet except for the drillin' in the wall The curfew had been lifted and the gamblin' wheel shut down Anyone with any sense had already left
You better have a doctor on standby Call 911 if my love ain?t there, there, there, there Call 911, tell paramedics to bring her air, air, air, air She
I don't care to be Realness, real shit, spit reality Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life Breath of fresh air
off with a one minute man If you think for one minute, you gon get some money mam It's Rasaq, they call me consamity sam Put the chopper in the air,
is set There's still more than a few things left I haven't got to yet Go for a walk, say a little prayer, take a deep breath of mountain air Put on
cans once were drowned? A snag somewhere in someone's life Caught him there, pulled him to strife A bottle here, and there are left Many broken, the air
front porch (their front porch, their front porch, their front porch, their front porch) But they didn't want me neither so they left me on someone elses
back I'm back motherfucker, live broadcast Show my face with my rag on, let me throw my hood in the air Let me put 'bout two in the air Let me show these
bluff like you had a phone number Who wanna see canibus get wild, who wanna act fly And get shot down with a surface-to-air missile I take em on in
And I always give back to the hood nigga When I roll through they say Baby D's a good nigga Feeling good nigga Looking good nigga Put your knot in the air
Freeze, I'm Ma Baker Put your hands in the air And give me all your money This is the story of Ma Baker The meanest cat From old Chicago town She was
, Saturday night We had all day Sunday to rest and relax Before I caught another flight So I decided to walk downtown An' get myself a little fresh air
guess way out there you'd call 'em golden Lines outside the welfare store The clock is stopped at the bank next door They yelled like hell when the boys left
toys I ain't a lame, on them Dana Dane's Wiggie, you annoyed man, when the year change, we change Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank We can
toys I ain't a lame on them Dana Dane's We give you nightmares, when the year change, we change Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank We can
all) And everybody in the place from east to west Put your hands up in the air, move 'em right to left (We gonna rock y'all, to the top y'all