I made a habit of never making promises That aren't easy to keep And there you have it but now I'm making one That is to keep you here with me 'Cause
to block I got some red beams, let's play connect the dots He's the biggest boss, comin' outta the MIYayo Straight from the port of Miami To keepin'
into stones Next stop, Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle 'bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five
bird hop Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port I don
kid, bounce, do the bird hop Curse, swerve to get served, these cocksuckers got nerve Heard I was killin' shit, they must got word That I told the chief on Rich Port
Live my life (4x) *42 second intro whose speakers are impossible to list individually* [killah priest] Five brothers they were layin in the lobby And
Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany, Brooklyn Africa, Port-of-Prince, Knoxville, Anvan Manhattan, South Bend, Albany
show on the autopsy Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin' to hear it Smoking mad New Ports 'cause I'm
one dope man Racin' through the city with Uncle Paul and Diddy Hennesey frontin', lookin' brock and gritty Tryin' to meet somethin', so I can skeet somethin' Five
Well he can't be more than seventy She's not a day over sixty-five But they'd returned to a plane in forty-three And their fire's still burning bright
guy, hey oh Fly guy, oh oh "Casanova" Oh, ouee, oh A fly guy Ooh, "fly... fly" [R.A. the Rugged Man] It's the Port Jeff, Long Island house party Open
a fly boy, nigga, my chain worth thousand grands, nigga That's twenty thousand karats, nigga, step your game up That's why your chain ain't up, nigga The four five
But all they got was poverty for all their earnest toil They say one was a sailor, who sailed the wide world round Made home port, got drunk one night
persistent, real evidence imminent Like a true Egyptian Come read my menu I'll follow through and satisfy With a five course lyrical Chew and swallow, wash down with Port
Ten to one piston And 292 to five-o-one camshaft The heads at 2, 214, 181 valves Bronze cast, they've been bow ported 850 double pumper holley 850 double
, braids with the shades Stage like Beeman so I'm bout to get paid I do it for the city, I do it for the state And with forty-five interceural belt weighs
makin' his G's, 'lil one runnin' them Keys 'Lil one four-hundred degrees, 'lil one be shy 'Lil one got twenty inches on his ride 'Lil one got two chrome four fives
her home now You mistook me for a man who understands Things of godless, heartless, pitiful nature Hell, I just settled in for the winter Four, five
