Told him it was no cut to be careful, he took a hit, Woodrow damn you His head hit the table, a few rocks fell out his pipe He's bleedin fatal, he smell
in due time, soon to get mine like busy Heavy on the wrist, polo mock socks and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's, pack em in your square And
gon' get our money If he front, they gon' read about the rocks in his tummy Mouth was red, socks was bloody, fuck all the talkin' Safety off and shit
survive without bubblin' weight? It's prepared for the stand off, once you hand off That white rock, and then give birth to a knot Your biggest dream was to rock your
all that wackness out my ear (Phew, phew, phew) That's the sound of your career in my hood [Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes] I hope you niggas got your ringside
Oh yes, welcome to hiphology Please open up your workbooks to page And break out your pads and pens and your calculators For the first lesson of today
up, let me see your sound language Sell a crack rock, steal a laptop Jack for a key and sell that bitch for half off Rollin' with my comrades Buddy and
BX rocks MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks Body body rock body body rock I'm the king of rock'n'roll, ahh yeah Throw your guns in the air! Glocks down
'em knock they chin off they face but they still coming at me hands out they wanna base they must think my white eyeballs are giant crack rocks i gotta
em. knock their chin off their face, but they still coming at me, hands out, they wanna base. They Must think my white eyeballs are giant crack rocks
Good schools, the learning process I had no education when I was a kid I have no explanation for them things I did I pulled the legs off a dog and rolled
was fishin' for competition expidition Number one, his name is Barry Madanno Push the phat Milano '96 mission cost ya barizano I lay gently in the Bently through binoculars he seemed popular Givincci socks Cartier coolats H-class rocks
't find no witness, fuck them snitches That get snitches popped, another day just talkin' on the block With a million on my glock and a half off in my sock
(Verse 1) Weak lookin? boy, you slow lookin? boy, Dirty white sock on your toe lookin? boy, You rat lookin? boy, will you marry me, splat lookin? boy,
(Verse 1: Raydio G) Weak lookin' boy, you slow lookin' boy, Dirty white sock on your toe lookin' boy, You rat lookin' boy, will you marry me, splat lookin
Dedicated to all the DJ's all over the world, man One for the treble, two for the bass Come on Techa Nina, let's rock this place Tech's in the place,
ya Five hundred worth of 1's Just the trick off Gather ya oils to lick off You and ya homegirl rollin' with me, jerkin' my dick off Not a rip off Just
try to shake it but ya can't Rather win, lose or draw stand your ground and hold your weight And if ya still can see your ribs get ya weight up, quit