Lyrics:
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
I open my eyes to the streets where
I was raised as a man
And learned to use my hands for protection
In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles
I'm
panky
And a little dranky wanky
Tell me bout your innermost thoughts, wants, needs and your desires
And I'll tell you about mine
We can spend some
it later
Don't like the page then I'll rip out the paper
Start a new chapter
Signal the waiter
I need a check
Roof over my head, and a little respect
don't change their spots, now I'm barkin' what?
Can't corner me neither nor my team
Disrespect man's program
I heard your little line about, "Them
Still rolling two man up on the pitch
Flick
Opposite side is a stick
Which
Could've been used for a blick
But
Im human I make 'em drink piss
Quick
man and gained some trust,
And he had a knack for pleasing people, and that was a plus.
Any situation he was in, he would adjust.
He never cussed,
toy
Side by side, souls of kind, different world
Hearts of gold, limbs of steel, Man-Of-War
Oh, place your bets boys, get up, get in time
Burn
They came to ask him for a least some new tracks
But only got confronted by the beast with two backs
Knock, Mouse is a made man
Villain laid it down
[Kool G Rap]
I know this chick, yo mami is rich, she push a six
Living some bloodshed, her man is pushing bricks
Crib way out in the sticks, they
head hit the snowbank
I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey
But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's
Trying
Little Sammy was a kid on a council estate
His dad listened to the skids, the slits and the slates
So Sammy listened too, he loved the passion in it
him his service stripes and he said,
"There's a little old lady and her car's broken down up near the Byantine Winery.
You gotta help her man.
Go
conviction
Hick evicted, waitin' on the quidles
With a hand full of Skittles
Trying to figure out the riddles
The fat lady sang
The little man plays the fiddle
Chorus:
Now this is a story that I must tell,
About a little boy we knew so well,
He was taught one thing boy don't you fail,
Cuz you're a star.
yeah I drink whiskey
Sometimes I drink a whole lot of whiskey
I'm gonna throw me a little party up by the house
I'm gonna invite all my buddies
I'm gonna
pretty man how did he manage it
Just as I get closer, I look at her finger
It all becomes clear why she's letting him linger
He was stood with a sly little
Well ya never quite forget the first tape you buy
Mine was Naughty By Nature back when OPP was hot
Who'd have thought that I could ever turn out this
and I might go as quiet as a mouse
Never did lie, ready and green, never so loud, quiet indeed
Remember the man be attend by the Ouija
Yellow Brick Road
them niggaz, don't be slinging while they dusted)
Yo, you seen my little cousin Shawn and his man Ross?
(yea, shawn broke his arm
cloudy clear by evenin'
Ha and the limp sells fifty papes a week, all by itself
I don't need the limp to sell papes
I got personality
It takes
I said if we never get a chance to be together
Go with Jah, Tanya loves ya, wha me seh?
It's a pity you already have a wife
And me done have a man
Standing alone by the edge of a river
He's traded his life for a glass full of tears
The bargain was quick for one's life is less dearer
When
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
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