man, Rockafella, it don't stop On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, c'mon On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on
knock your ass the fuck out I bring the hood when I'm travelin' Scrap backwoods unravelin' Scrap smoke good when we travelin' Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good
the streets let the whole world know it This the chance for your big career don't blow it Or get it blown from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin
mean I got this rap game locked with more cake than Tastee Black the feindest, this title I hold I won't relinquish And this type shit you shouldn't
bad, Black ain't get the chance to extort him 'Cuz nigga's like that don't deserve to live Word the myth and we ain't got no love to give For these
, yeah, what Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, this is a monopoly, niggaz ain't stoppin' me And we can't lose 'cuz Puff set us up properly Just won't settle for
get motherf*** You tryin' hard, you put everythin' into it Can't understand how these other h*** do it You ain't got no name brand s*** Tryin' to be fly but you ain't
player of players, just call me Pop My name is Too $hort, no I don't stop I just don't stop mackin', don't stop cappin' Don't stop rappin' now you see
, go with the flow but don't be no muhfuckin fool Hell this music thing is all I got, I ain't makin straight A's in school And ain't wind up to be dumber
(Gettin' money) Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory (Fuck a secret indictment, all I do is write shit) Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no
extascy Yeah you special in your click but you ain't shit up next to me And if you get the best of me, nah, that shit ain't feasable 'Cuz trying to
a first name basis And I ain't ate all day, I want my birthday cake So if it ain't about the money, you can get it out my face If it ain't about money
a female, And I hate when a chick make her bum look big on Facebook But they can't back their roads in up in detail, Don't bring your pictures, don't
with my own song Some magic wand could make it be ok kill the decay like a cake and a lay But today- it wasn't a good day and you can't touch me I've
You know, my homey treach from naughty by nature once said "If you ain't from the ghetto, don't come to the fuckin' ghetto" But I'ma let one of our most
nigga With aggresion, Smith and Wesson, in his possession Harlem got me like that, too many grimy, slimy niggaz on the take For short cake, we won't hesistate
?t give a fuck Got a kush wrapped up and I gotta kill Don?t act tough or you will get real Nickel bags don?t, be slick I'm feelin' kinda good, I got