Wade, 3 dice cee-lo 3 card marley, labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley, Statue of Liberty, long live the World trade, long live the king yo, I?m from
I will not be hard to find just look for the lamaborqeeni I ain't uch gotta scream it sure you already know that From boosie back to lil phat we gne stomp
with rocks I'm that nigga in the gambling spot Cracking jokes and drinking liquor You still gotta hand me your watch I'm in the kitchen with the pans
Lot offers me a deal Had to keep it trill so I can bust Like E from O.G. Style and Rick from Royal Flush I came up, in the ghetto manye, the G way Listenin
Ball got drama that will work, make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy, adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys, can't waste
get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss swish you up, what? [Chorus: Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)] From all day to morn', noon, night Recognize we gotta re-up (Yo
six coup, top be clear You know how I play low layer Roc-A-Wear Catch Siegal in the kitchen balloon in the pie Y'all from whom to buy Y'all niggas know
with Tommy-gon-monsta rockets These (?) niggaz die by crashes of crimson tide Slippin time in yo life, lines is fallen... I'm energized it's live baby, and notch yo
right, hos, and that what the topic is today on the show: hos (Why you always gotta talk about 'em?) I mean, cause if you gotta blame it on somebody You
sorry fah Watch it weh di Dutty dem a buss it pon di corna Nuff man dem a go live dem life frettin, bredren If yuh caan tek heat up inna di kitchen Den
street. Yo senses heighten, reflexes sharpen vision's enhanced adrenaline flows as they rush across the street you leave the print from the heater grip in yo palm then yo
you look in the mirror If you a real nigga you looking in the mirror [Verse 3:] Live from the kitchen it's the pyrex king Straight from north memphis
my nigga G.B. and Todd Lil' Mont Big G we all got heart Rap shit aight but Im from the streets Under all circumstances I gotta eat I gotta ki What you
That Your Fuckin With A Man, Ya Bitch! I Left Them Niggas Needin'Path And Ya'll Probly Won't Live To See This Weekend, Gotta Go, Gotta Go, FUckin Mash
fuck, cuase im'a do me Till them hollow points, rip through me I was born to die, live for what Plush slut, bucks, guns and ?duffs? Spent late nights in the kitchen
major reason why they can't believe it But we all quarterbacks and y'all gotta receive it But they don't catch it till a year later Minds kill, niggas lost so they gotta
wit Ball got drama that will work, make 'em feel it, every land we hit it from sugar to shy, adrenaline pumpin, ready to ride, gotta get my guys, can'