Lyrics:
I’m elastic, Mr. Fantastic tigga
Wishbone nedicine guess I’m supposed to Elephant
Gon’ with the President, use to live on Tennyson
Gon’ with the Diagon
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
it, he's not lyin'
But what about the house, man? It's not mine
You should take it easy
("This gonna be fun in fact
It's gonna be better than fun")
Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
About my man named dee
Yo, even from when he was little
He was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
up, man are liquored up
Magnum inna ma system, let me ring a slut
I am inna the position where I live it up
I'm only going back in prison as a visitor
Everybody lives on man, nigga, for real
Yeah, yeah
Smokin' dope out an 87 Audi (Woo)
Before I came up, I was doubted (I was)
Now my shows super
Young Abe Lincoln wasn't young no more,
Tired old man when he won the war,
And he dreamed at night of his death by
And he saw his body in a ghastly
says he was afraid
Now, I wonder why
(Why we must fight)
Why we just fight
When I know a man in the White House tryna fuck up our lives
(Tryna fuck up
when I transmit
I am the man-a of the family 'cause the pants fit
I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends groove
With the thread from needle
full drunkards who wanna get away from the life
Over crowded hospitals, low supply, no medical attention
And yeah they get mentioned
They always show
you bout it
Ain't clap for no mans, wouldn't give hand outs for our talent
Don't even ask if it's crowded, our packs get the loudest
Mental ism gets you
bitch, she look like Michelin Man
I heard you was trying to hit my bitch and got the Timberland
I'm not jewish, been a man, eat tryna freak me again
My
the real crazy, psycho sick move the lady
Sunnin' so nothin' shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, your world I'ma rock
hand man.
When wife awoke, in her humble home
and to her right, no lover lie.
While both her boys were still tucked away,
she searched the house for
than the eyes
and famin your rep by claimin your set will only lead to lost lives
but oh, Mr. Solo knows another way
and out of respect they sit
morning sickness
Head hurt and my heart is twitching
But can't stop man I gotta get it
It's Mr.Gwap but still don't got no Mrs
I can cook it up but who gone
Crow Jane, Crow Jane
Crow Jane, Crow Jane
Crow Jane, ah hah huh
What horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives 'lone by
need to hear right now man
Something you probably ain't said in a while
Broadcasting live from Atlanta Georgia tonight people
Got my man hailing all
Up! magazine
Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl
I let my tape
You lived by a dream but that dream got shattered/
you tried to move on but your life don't really matter/
cold-hearted you try to cling
when I transmit
I am the man-a of the family 'cause the pants fit
I want to let forensics prove, that I can mends groove
With the thread from needle
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and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
and Heavy D up in the limousine
Hangin' pictures on my wall
Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl (that's right)
I let my tape rock 'til my
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