but can I make you understand? That a-hole bands have a-hole fans Bloodhound's the name and the gang's to blame Like Chan n' Chin the Siamese twins it's
Those guys up there Stinky or scarface Anybody Well, enough of my yacking What about your truth and your mother's apple pie I guess it's all another part of your
see what we could get into What we could get into She showed me what she was all about Hotti go it going on What's a man to do, what's a man to do Hey
on this flight Don't want no swine in my sight [gs] aiyyo god, everything's straight The kid's sendin a limo, to meet us at the gate [lj] word that's
You see man, let's get off of that lame man Let's get into what we like to do man This what we do preferably man We bring that powerful music to your
's start this shit off with my man 40 Cal Who am I? 40 Cal. motherfucker Gat to your back, get down motherfucker Clown motherfucker (You will be wonderin' what
(Man) named (Pac) On a whole 'nother level, plus I'm eatin that's fact (that's fact) Matter of fact you can take swag back That's a word rappers sayin
the man named Pac, on a whole other level plus I?m eating that?s fact Matter fact you can take swag back, that?s the word rapper?s saying when they know
in trouble A tisket, a tasket, you're gonna get your ass kicked You better know what's in my jacket, fuck the basket Oh, goddamn child, I mean it's drastic
clip, the more hit em Go in his body blood draw drippin, send him to the mortician Face it I'm hot, the boy gifted Look listen, the game's in a boston
name ain't santa but here's somethin for ya stockin I'm rockin, I got'cha glock and I'm from the under Down to take my sound because it's bound to make
Rocks you sneered at seemed like nectar at Canal St subway Canal sets you pining only name familiar Jail pumps me something, blots out all outside America Canal Street's
semi your V You callin' all an' run to the cops Don't make me wet, y'all With what's under the T-shirt The heat hurt, blew off ya front porch, your
here, y'know? Funk Flex, Volume 4, let's do it [Jadakiss] Uh-huh, uhh.. Two thousand, what, what, yo I be the K-I double to the death and that's that
now, isn't it, huh? yeah You can do whatever you want Just go into rehab and solve your problems Isn't that the big celebrity thing? That's what I'm
Kicking up dirt down in Texas, so here it comes, fool Any motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick Bring it on, motherfucker Well, what do you know, it's that nigga named
with what I had But some days I feel alone I often wonder where you are Do you still know my name Deep inside this old man's heart There's a love that
'd clink Listening to a tired musician But what is it Mrs. Grundy's going to think? That I'm a bounder, a rounder, a cad, a Boston blighter When speaking