and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane
this langorous smile again, more precious than your nudity, this carnal smile, ecstatic, that projects me for an instant again in a fantastic whirl of
my bubblegoose Now i got the mack in my knapsack Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks Honeys want
-5th where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff Okay okay okay okay it's Heavy D again Hallelujah I'm on your T.V. screen again You see
do) We get money muthafucka (yo) I pulled off like na na na na na na They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer (try again) They only
and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane on them suckers with
idiots! *beat starts again* Outro - Ghostface Killah [?] Yo, uhuh, Wallets motherfuckers That's right, all my shit is Bulletproof Stoop for the Bulletproof (yeah) Yeah, Projects
t try to deny me my proper juice E.cuts the records and the yellow nigger gets loose No static,just much respect Truck my Rolex when I cruise the projects A fly
I need that shit, to boost my adrenaline Yo rock that shit, that real life shit Makes bitches wanna thug it, makes the projects love it We come through
I know the Most High hear me, so fly you can't near me You scared of a mirror, my theory is that - knowledge is power To every projects and every street
here, I'm in these streets Fuh'real! Pick up the phone, accept penitentiary phone calls All that Nigga I keep the projects' lights on! You gotta love
up in Duke's basement Groove time productions, we kept the jam jumpin Open up your ears Im tryin to tell you somethin And give some love back to those who loved
fuck with You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick Bitch I think I'm Jean Wolf(dont know correcct spelling) A dog nigga, ballin' bitch ?Fly
can't afford em I'm gettin to the money, I need another comma Some of em love the drama, more than they love they mama [Bun B:] Welcome to the land
do ya know me? I think ya lightweight like your see-through homies Hold this, while I smoke this, make you focus on the pistol & the chrome And the homie fly