't stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread love, think it's sweet Uh, uh, uh all you catz don't know Can't stop, gotta eat Stepping on, my feet Spread
knew I was a super girl Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls (To be me) That's the way you gotta treat a girl Uh oh, when I was broke cats was
it Turn my face when I bust a cannon 'cause I don't wear sunblock Ask Drag if the fire is hot shit pop shellz, fall three feet, roll over and stop We
you might be dope on the mic but your music sucks not me, i've got some dope beats i'm and entertainer not a lyricist i'm so far from all you cats out
wanna know who's drivin' a black Mitsubishi) He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots
comin' soon MC's get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin' (What?) Leavin' all of you cats
Stay dipped right down to my feet - yeah My underground tore 'em down by the street It's me, the MC, the E - D. O. U. B. L. E., age be thirty-three
is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel I put it down in michigan, set it up sweet Niggas used to call me second none pete I'm hard at the feet, I start
m raising the bar and I'm keeping it there And I'ma still ride clean, throwing weed in the air With two or three bad bitches, got they feet in the air
I Behind my walls are my Cats. And behind my Cats is a Peacock singing to me of my death and yours. I said to her "In the silence of an eye, I shall
debt. Ten francs may save my poor Cosette! Whores [Lovely ladies (Fastest on the Street Wasn't there three minutes she was back up on her feet) Lovely
debt. Ten francs may save my poor Cosette! [SAILOR THREE] Lovely lady! Fastest on the street Wasn't there three minutes She was back up on her feet [
acts Stand my head maybe juggle three alley cats Take out the King Kong still feel strong Unleash voodoo with the use of a chicken Bat feet frogs tongue
fuckin with the show stopper A-l-i the Brother, since "'89's the number" Fuck "another summer," I'm the world's most accurate Take the roughest cats
Swan, swan, hummingbird Hurrah, we are all free now What noisy cats are we Girl and dog he bore his cross Swan, swan, hummingbird Hurrah, we are all
aching feet What a way to go Roll up, roll up People always stroll up Say, "Why don't you grow up?" No, thank you Big cats, small cats Some cats are fat cats Those cats are bad cats
is like a earthquake, agitates the gravel I put it down in Michigan, set it up sweet Niggas used to call me second none Pete I'm hard at the feet, I start
the three legged dog I saw dragged on a leash for the homeless man who walks my block in rainstorms with plastic bags on his feet see I throw away the