running the game Still, got it wrapped like a mummy Still ain't tripping, love to see young blacks get money Spend time out the hood, take they moms out
and hugs Bubble baths in hot tubs Plus baby oil back rubs You got me heated up Slow it down, then we can speed it up Plus, you bringing out the freakinus
the pro-jects 40-o-ez fuck a moette, mo' money mo' sex, no more stress And for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies Any coward
Yeah, uh it's all good now It's all good now We out the hood now It's all good now We out the hood now, we out the hood now It's all good now We out the
the fuck you think you rhyming with? I got the drama kid and my Obama whip Bitches running up on my stage, 'lil' mama shit 'Lil' mama thick and my time
we gonna do? Bust and hit the back door, now we in the alleyway Running, heart pumpin' fast tryin' to see another day Blessed to escape the mayhem Time and time
fine line when I find time And I'll find out that you're walking if you're talking the grape vine I'll waste time. Need to take on the job at hand. Got
get away I hear those words that you wont say Abara abracadabra I wanna reach out and grab ya Abra abracadabra... Abaracadabra Every time you call my name I heat
that's running it all Top dog, his game sunning 'em all, huh Whiling out, people piling in (Oh shit, watch out) Damn not again Another nigga knocked out
reach out and grab ya Abra abracadabra... Abaracadabra Every time you call my name I heat up like a burnin flame Burnin flame for desire Kiss me baby with the fire I heat
I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga West side highway running, homo nigga I'm the sultan of the ghetto, the homicidal aficionado I empty niggas out
out, Slaying demons by the dozen gotta wheel em out, Devil's head under my tread I'm peeling out, Sorry let me get that blessings spilling out I feel
something, Claiming that they done something for em, Got jay z and pom poms in they whole uniforms, Claiming they be running and telling everybody like martin lawrence, About how hot
LA! [Knoc] We in the land of the sunshine where bitches have good times Palm trees and sea breezes And I'm out to find a fly fine girl so I can try out
her, trying to figuer out whether she faithful But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker He running round like he gangsta, don't think
Yo, it should be a crime The way I murder these rhymes I flip hundreds of lines Because I'm done with this mic over 7 times I shine, I glitter niggas
nigga to gon' and get that presidence ballin on ya residence but im still thuggin' tho got dem crack fans standin around like a rock show just bought a dime now they screaming out
