a fact Suga Slim just signed a, million dollar contract Lil' (?) Capone thuggin quick to bust yo' head Watch your tone in that mansion is where we lay our head
fucking stick of dynamite [Unverified] I get behind the mic It's like the wick is lit, you bitches die tonight My nine is like a guiding light at night, shining
Oh, Mary Jane She step on a train Head for the city lights Yearning inside To swim with the tide And taste it, alright Bag on her shoulder Breathing
of dirty air Turn to watch the sun set red And the ruins of a culture of a sky that's filled with vultures Circling over your head So I made up my mind
it down like enzymes and still got lyrical microbiologists decodin my rhymes DNA structure Flucuate, great dictation with them cross and fadin's and them Krylon illustrations We'll head
that shall inherit the surrogate means of life Degenerate intermedial, slice words, sell it for half trife Price sell out yourself that ain't nice (get outta here) Shiest heads
me, 'cause go head, switch the style up And if they hate, then let 'em hate, and watch the money pile up Or we go upside they head with a bottle of bub
Yeah, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh) Rah Digga y'all, Dirty Harriet (uhh!) Kweli, Xzibit, new millenium! (C'mon, check it) One, two, three, four Grimy
Charli] Stop playin nigga Just come over here, I don't wanna be here by myself (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh huh) [Guy] Aight [Verse One] C.B. can get to your head
] Stop playin nigga Just come over here, I don't wanna be here by myself (Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh huh) [Guy] Aight Verse One C.B. can get to your head
Yo fuck that word up man Who you runnin' wit? Fuck that, who you runnin' wit? Yo, I'm goin' straight for your head to leave you headless Eyes of redness
of the bald heads Attack of the bald heads Attack of the bald heads (attack!) Attack of the bald heads (attack!) Attack of the bald heads (attack!) [
m from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where New York at? Where New York at? Gats I pull it, heads be duckin when
up all my yesterdays and headed for tomorrow And it's almost tomorrow now And daddy's little girl is home but where's the little girl gone She bundled up her dirty
watch us And them dirty judges gonna keekp on tryin' to knock us Playa haters everwhere, can't trust ya own peeps And the feds got us with this new thing called conspiracy Them dirty
G.) With a bad mouth, ya head get disconnected Coming through my section with unnecessary reppin (Young Turk) In my section, niggaz they like to shine
What, check, check Head buster, set ripper, neighborhood superstar Corner splitter while we dispose of nigga broad hitter Hot Boys soldier, expedition
keep bustas in suspense of what I'mma do next, gotta respect I ain't out to please a bitch She could get on her knees I'm tryin' to get rich I'm shined