Lyrics:
on the floor,
It wasnt long before the police came bursting through the door,
In store, put in prison, enforced by the law,
As she lay out a whisper, lay
scheme
Guys wearing green leather pants
Doing laps around the floor where we danced
I'm always game for a little conversation
But Mister that don't mean
rolls of Bucks in The Game dealin' Yayo
Got boy by the balloon, gallons of that sizzurp
Got regiment, green and purp, got 16 years of bizzurb
Erybody know
his people took your numbers
Odds on the game; the point spreads over/under
Went to private school, educated by nuns
But like a pagan lost his faith
mine
So many sick ass letter combinations I peg rhymes
Blew my EC advance on a PC and grams
DC and PS2 games, grow lights and plants
Crops done by
Fuck you mean? I don't care if he a teen, he still get hit with fully
In the game, I done seen a vet' get took out by a rookie
You ain't got no aim,
average Joe
Maniac approach, my product is dope
You're listening to the pro with the accurate flow
Yo, I got one foot in the game, one foot
hear is bars about these bitches and Bugatti shit
Everybody hating, ain't enough to get new Godi lit
John C. Holmes in the kitchen, fuck him and beat
school you, just spittin' game
Make my country proud every time they hear my name
New York bad boy, Trinny to the bone
We don't fuck around, you can
to hunt me
They will play my game
And play by my rules
I will be close but still untouchable
No more will I see suffering and pain
They will find me no
by the superpowers of the industry
To the third world underground of the streets
This is for all those who have been labeled extremists
Maniacs,
Well it's been a long time coming, and I will not let this keep us down.
We will not stand by and have you make moves for us.
The time has come
Stop the press! I'm so obsessed!
Gotta get this shit right off my chest before I stain my dress
So Detroit! We hit you, New Orleans! We hit you
Don't be startled by the way we rock, we tear down walls, New York to Cedar Falls.
Soon you will see that there is one truth
Trust us, this is not
[I-20]
Yeah, adult Hip Hop 25 and older put your hands up
Rich Nice where you at baby? Whoo!
I go by the name Bobby Bronson
Yeah, this is Disturbing
a alleyway, by a chickenhead
I don't love that hoe, and I ain't handcuffing
Too many bitches, and they turkies needed stuffing
Like this bitch the other day,
As I cam in by Auchendoun
Just a wee bit fae the toon
Tae the Hielands I was bound
Tae view the Haughs o' Cromdale
I met a man in tartan
The model volcano by the giant gas tank
The street corner gun-market next to the robbed bank
The poorhouse next to the Uniroyal palace
A tower
me
They will play my game
And play by my rules
I will be close but still untouchable
No more will I see suffering and pain
They will find me no
the shit you want but you know I got you listenin', gifted in mic rippin', unlimited linguistic fitness, district by district groove, move units but you
in crime by the name of Chuck
We stormed the city, shooting shit up like Frank Nitti
We robbed kids and split the dough 50/50
One day we stuck
around, see a cop get blast
Even the girls get stop by tax
Outsidaz, what, what, what, like today
We doin' it to girls look like Tyra Banks
Drop the CD,
the reason why your girl, keep jocking me
Got too many hands, pulling on Big Moe
But ain't too many hands, that Big Moe get thoed
See I was born, all by
My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
By any means necessary, that's what Malcolm said
So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
Fuck a lot
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