't pull on Superman's cape You don't spit into the wind You don't pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger And you can't fuck with me and my men, so check
dumpin if we just don't holla bout somethin because you just might makin a plot to come murder me oh, your word to be, open heart surgery yeah you got a white t
cause I ain't friendly I drank light, homie, y'all drink crisp I like *** handy, I want that boogie *** I never buy a Phantom, 28's can't fit They say
counting all this money, laughing at you haters, ain't nothing gonna save yeah. Yeah, Welcome Back, Another small Buy, we global , Feel my pain They
the paper M E M P H I S I'mma rep this hurr 'til I walk up on death My demise ain't here, don't hold your breath Cook heat over beef so I'm somethin
hyphy, don't go dumb Minus the Chucks Still got a swag like chuuch And I don't do much Brought the Coup out cuz the Phantom's too much In that new
't slap you no five When you and your cutty is talkin' shit about me outside People take pride in what they have no hand in Sorta like a phantom holographic
em up now he??? so deadly then if he want some come get hung I??¦ gonna get wicked kickin?it, scriptures of my anthem. Run it quick like a phantom when
always been down for my thang, remember that shit won't change. Gotta make all my money, give us some money, hungry. when you ain't got it, shit, it ain't
Lay Me Down like Shirak R.i.P To All Them Niggas And All My Niggas [chorus x2] Don't Don't End Up dead Nigga Don't Don't up Dead [Game 2nd Verse
alike, be alike How they don't see it for one to go pop And this is how you treat Hip hop? Imagine if you didn't have that phantom chrome sitting on
mixed with exotic imagery I'm the conductor of this cosmic hypnotic symphony So witness me, dancin in the spot brah, The ghost in the machine It's the phantom
what comes from fame and i'm ready for that i'm just saying i really can't complain, everything is kosher two thumbs up, ebert and roeper i really can't
window Hold up, you want somebody go bust him? Nah fuck, that I'ma hit this nigga out the window, son Ga head, man, shit, shit, shit, don't blow it up
tonight I don't need an imitation (I don't need an imitation) Yeah, it's you that I'm thinking of I don't need an imitation (I don't need an imitation
lord, verbal pain commissioner Light fire to names, dame sizzler Multi, 40 karat bow tie N.Y. national league of big guys with stolen 5's Albums cloud him, phantom