s all bright and sunny when you're holdin' big money My Sonics got youth, first my mud got honey I could be the king of grunge if I blow my spunge away
last real nigga alive, understand that, And you my offspring, a boss-sting(? ? ), A bullet proof, posche things, hard for you to understand that, Nas the king, where my cribs (? ? ), where my
stings the toes and bites the noses as over the ground we go. Over the river and through the woods to have a full day of play.Oh, hear the bells ringing
husbands in three-piece-suits It's freezing cold and my jeans got holes I ain't seen my baby since I sold my soul In the Vienna streets, got my feet
in my marriage with the game in the cabbage with my name and my status but I remain as the baddest motherfucker 's established and I 'm still at it grounding that Hennessey straight
things in the air out there Ever since I found there's been Humming birds around my head I got tiny little bee stings on my heart Where the love blooms
last real nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the King, where my bricks, where my
fight for my kin Like the X-Men, my sense will be simile dressing and visually Pounce my flows round the rings of Saturn Gore-texxing, next section, jet-settin' My
Got them scars on my face 'cause my health be poor You Milli Vanilli, I'm Kurtis Blow like eighty-fo' No, I don't want your girl, she be suckin' my big
To the deep end, to the heart line Hold it straight together, man, hold it straight together if you can Little fevers wrapped in dedication All strung
the a-team or is you hatin' like they are? Fuck ?®em all - red my rings, dread my stings Dead my flings - cop ? and spread my wings See, life's a bitch
but far from the emcees Feel sorry for those who bystand innocently The menace in me divides men's courage in half I murdered my staff, demolished every nerd in my
't no mo' My name's sting in your mouth like canker sores Been at war my whole life, sleepless nights Endless fights, but still can't walk to the light 'Cause my
vision Staring through my clothes Are you sure that you're prepared For what comes serves on its plate Wait a minute Oooh, I'm having second thoughts See my hearts on fault Could you pass my
Staring through my clothes Are you sure that you?re prepared For what comes serves on its plate Wait a minute Oooh, I?m having second thoughts See my hearts on fault Could you pass my
subject to butter, kid my retoric is spank It's no competition when I'm flixin' with my diction Oops, flexin' to the beat y'all, yes, yes, yes I cross my heart
up jersrey, dilated written in cursive I spill my heart to wax and put the <? > in the open Three men against nine players, yo, that shit's unheard of Plus my
nigga alive, understand that And you my offspring, the boss sting A bulletproof Porsche things, hard for you to understand that Nas the king, where my bricks, where my
