Lyrics:
eat that ass like quiche, crack a smile like Shanice
Straight outta Jamaica, seen? Jamaica, Queens
But you could find me out in Georgia, or anywhere
institution
Finnin for the crack distribution
Take a hit knock it out the park
Show you in the dark
I'm yo super hero
I'm yo new Smallville Clark
Hunger
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!)
Lemme talk to these motherfuckers, uhh
Guess who's bizack?
You still smelling crack in my clothes
Ha ha, ah yeah
Got it going on like a big old fat high hard-on, yeah (hoo-wee)
Black Sheep in the house
Sweet daddy Mr. Lawnge in the house
My
Rock and Supreme aka Gen Grim and Mr. Perfect
Lord don't want to be known to hurt shit
Just wanna enterprise and stack papes for what it's worth kid
"My line of work is considered by some to be a...
A tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
And there are others, that
a thought (giggling)
Heavy D, yo, the girls they love me
(girls crack up) They love me
I just know it!
Yeah, Positive K? He's dip dip divin'?
Yeah, right
niggas at?
Oh, we all up in the studio
Oh it. Won't you drop this joint?
Yo I can't yo I might not be able to make it there
For real? Yo, I got a idea
He should meditate up on being up to blocked
By arrows, rifles, spears and swords
Being carried away by surging waves
Being thrown in to the midst
and on yo ass but got yo feet up
The game fucked up I feel like they need us
Got em hooked like crack this that re-up
Put it in the bag you know the procedure
If we collide take care of yo feelings
My ride or die crash then you dipping
Yeah now I get it
You my hitter my lady my mrs
In these streets I go get
dreamed, I, get-bigger-by-any-bigger-means
Life is great, so raise the stakes
Caution tape advance the take
Like a cello yellow hello it's mr devil, but you
Been brutally murdered by the Jungle
Posse police seem to be baffled to
The whereabouts of these four suspects
D-Money easily spotted in
Candy burgundy
Uganda at, Botswana at
By the God in the flesh incarnate
Perfect life that they hear and hate
Crucified, resurrected
The kind of rap with them kind
Dammit I show flows and poke holes that's supposed to be yo'z
Seekin my haters and in a dark alley tourmented by mine
Dodgin the [tech 4x N9ne 4x]
Now
do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little cuz it's about to get real rowdy
in the front yo, they comin yo
crack
Hard or soft livin' boys and girls packin' yo shit
Let it off
Niggaz who floss out here be takin' a loss
It cost to be the mutha fuckin'
I smile like its gonna be okay
Life works
When you jump in
And you don't wait
Been hurt
Hurt those I love
In the worst way
Ain't perfect
But who
Bare witness mo gift than gab mo riff than rab go Mr. Fab
Hot getting cold get hot living on the Mission Ave in a kitchen lab
Hook it up don't know look
don’t love
I don’t always say it but by my actions how I show love
Loved by couple sweet ones that’s probably what got em salty
Yo weed liquor vibes in
hips like that
From side to side
No no no tera no competition
Munde milne nu labde ne reason
Teri meri jodi is a perfect picture
Show, show, show,
Yo, I dedicate to this to you
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you
perfect timing for me to flash my
Freezer??? like a blood diamond
This is hip-hop rhyming
In it's truest essence
'07 Roc-A-Fella veterans, in them new SS's
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