Lyrics:
could use more green
Gotta get this cream by any means, yo necessity, yo
Best believe tho, the cheddar brings mo jealousy, so it could be the death of me
Again we start let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It took some time for the heart to come
But it's HERE and everybody's
spit dumb, moron
For white boys to snowboard on
So whatchu, whatchu, whatchu want?
Chew spearmint gum two double pump
Two cannons, piece by piece
The way I play the game you
Think I'm smoked by the chronic
It's the Boy Scout
Stand for LBS from East to West
I'm still gonna bring it to your chest
My
This is jail, 3 burners made Tina Turner dance
Probably, you kidin me? Only my man bust side to me
I was gotta be slicin the pot, if I divide it by 3
because I'm not Ja rule
Nah rude boy what d'ya mean, what d'ya mean
I was born on September the 19th, don't care about February 14th
Pay me for my 16th
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
I'm about bizness
This ain't my first rodeo
On ya mark get set here we go
First verse prolly hit em like a 45
Second verse fire torpedoes
Artillery
So much shit thats going on
Dont ask me
Whats my wear abouts
Blunt with everything I say
The point that
I have cotton mouth
Tried to fuck me
But be
Halleluway, Halleluway,
Making that money,
TCO,
Your boy Steel,
Halleluway, halleluway,
Verse 1
Well you know by now I'm a baller, makin' that money, getting'
Intro/Chorus:
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks" ---> KRS-One
"Baby, baby, baby, baby, clap to this"
"It's like that y'all, you
Again we start let me say my part
About the only guy who has some heart
It took some time for the heart to come
But it's HERE and everybody's
and clear
So all you hold me to this statement
I'm the boy prince of the nation
Fulfilling his obligations
Cole said nas wrote the bible
I'm just out ere
above all you jive suckers
Listen, that's word to my mother
You throw a shot at me
I'm throwing a shot back
Your's is on a joint
Mine's whistling by your
My Ireland, you are the river rush
Always fluid in flux in need of a little hush
My Ireland is talking to itself
But so busy listening to Joe
It's
how we be
Yo pass the bong
It's the return of the king like the lord of the rings
I'm back in this bitch and I'm doing my thing
The Joe and B. Crowe
the beast that couldn't be kept
Oh no here we go
Bigger Than Goliath called said we about to blow
Then he got Joe to tie it all up in a rope
Passed it to Ra
St. Joe, trade-in
I don't want this life
There's too much gold, and
Not enough bad guys
So won't you talk to St. Pete
And see what he can do for
assumptions
You supposed to be here by my side, when this world Isn't
So sick of the fussing and fighting (oh)
I really just want you to like me
I'm feeling
raised
Busting our asses while working all day
Not gonna change just stuck in our ways
A good ole boy is how I was raised
Standing by the reputation
with
And now you know that I'm talkin' about the boy with rhymes
More rhymes
When you say Young MC, you are sayin' rhymes
Party people, Young MC got
to toy with
And now you know that I'm talkin about the boy with
RHYMES
More RHYMES
When you say Young MC, you are sayin RHYMES
Party people, Young MC
who tf is ole boy
Roll em up and smoke boy
You did not shoot at me Nigga
Must of been a decoy
Up it
Better shoot it
Better be real
And bet not be a toy
staircase
Let's talk about your family
My god they're schmucks
When pit against Stewie your toddler sucks
And your boy there makes my Chris
Look like he's
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