't shit on it But I was determined to get a little gliss on em The 40 ounce bottles done turned to Cris on em And every bitch that was fronting, I'ma piss on
Biggie smalls; the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot glocks That's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head
out of the spot I see niggaz startin' to plot, and I'm far from my block Finally he walked out, told him, "Hop the fuck in" On my face he saw the grin
carpet, they lay it out And if you got a fantasy erick they play it out We big figga rap niggas From the gate, we been waited on and hated on since '
the Live in the crowd ripping trough housings Like the Wu do in Shaolin John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas They want to ride on
Uptown rhymer, large like Big Momma Keep three girls on the couch like, "Oh Drama" End every line with period, no comma Hidin' out till I'm found like Osama Walk on
defeat and delete ya Then critique ya, all mc's retreat, here comes the t'cha Chewin suckers like smuckers Hittin on, sittin on, shittin on, flippin on
Pipe down and swearing. Look, from here on, You'd say nothing wrong. Now try it again. [Roxie Hart] - I was born on... [Velma Kelly] - Come on... You
Live in the crowd ripping trough housings Like the Wu do in Shaolin John Blazing on a pound of buddha and all the mami chulas, They want to ride on my
When Rico's in the house tryin' to grab the mic and juice this So back the fuck up like we told you last time 'Cause it's the Liks in the house with the
wouldn't do it She built up a wall and I couldn't break through it I used to walk to school everyday of the week Watching teresa walk on the other side
to me, it takes tiles to tango. Come on. JOE No, no, not on the same floor as Valentino! NORMA Oh come on, come on, come on. Get up. Follow me. And
not My crew, changing New York, who taking your spot I put the green light on, your whole click, Island shit Running through the hoe-house wilding, extorting
reachin' Respect when a grown man is speakin' Shh, keep on sleepin', and just like TLC, I keep on creepin' The five percent of ya'll, keep on teachin
bitches Biggie Smalls; the millionare, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot glocks That's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the
Live in the crowd ripping trough housings Like the Wu do in Shaolin John Blazing on a pound of Buddha And all the mami chulas They want to ride on my
: Ennui Go! Go on the path to leave tracks, to weave the web to keep the demon intact/ (we ease) out the trap door, and leave all captured prisoners on
mega plisto plex I rack up many shots cuase on my run colegri pop I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot All around the