's that one and there's gunna be more gas, you know what I'm saying? I don't know if you able to hear the pee-pee right now. My stomach is bloat up like
hip-hop 'Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Fuck to the rock, Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids
one of they motherfuckers, sucker ass busters Did he? Did not, I got drama with them niggas from the other side Call my nigga Rich and he's right Fuck
some ladies that I never met On the interview tip, no sweat They ask me questions, I throw the words back They say they write facts, I know that's bull crap
tell ya', Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin', I helped blow them up Gave my man my right, I could have went left
keys Dump 'em and put 'em right back there But I guess he seen her, 'cause we got that heat He was waiting right there, there, waitin' right there Shots
Yeah, I'm back They know me 'round here, they call me Iceman I ain't your friend boy, I'll f*** your wife man Look at my left, now look at my right hand
town going bitch! People always say, "Too Short can't rap" Now I drive a Benz and my bank is fat It's like crap, put a 'C' on a rhyme Ain't nothing left
's takin' a crap dude "Dave, pull up your pants, we need an ambulance There's a girl upstairs talkin' to plants Choppin' her hair off, and there's only two days left
ripe How cats is stuck in purgatory for life Tryin' to fight the enemy without sight They in the dark swingin' right to left Clingin' to the little bit of light that's left
Cause Afrikabababa was def, a lot of respect Feel Me? Thug tip from Sean John jury I got the same hands of crap platinum and the crap pyramids Write
might get jacked cause you talk crap When I bust my rap they all step back I'm paid on stage, Run's on my left On his right, on the mic, I recite I'm
, we the 1st teen millionaires in Harlem since rich and poor, you don't know, get to know Ain't takin shit to left, Jimmy Jones likes my cock Right back
to the pad and hit the showers Didn't even get no static from the cowards 'Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me Saw the police and they rolled right
blood pressure The leading cause of death among black folk Er' since yo ass was just a 'lil kid The slave masters would give him all the left over and crap
Vanilla be swarmin' like bees surveillance binoculars hidden in trees Reliable sources copying keys, oh please One for the life and two for death, three damn strikes no chances left
hand No-one gives a crap about Mike that's why I'm acting nasty You know what you can do with your life, introduce it up your jacksie 'Coz no-one gives a crap
the music you can prove what you can do still even without one guy that just left the band. I think we found the right person there, Roland. And I think
