Lyrics:
I've got the skills to pay the bills, yo
I got the got the got the skills to pay the bills
I've got the skills to pay the bills
Ah, what you got
Never ever ever will smoke that rock
Beyotch, I don't quit
I'm too short baby, got the shit
To rap on the mike, turn you out
Too short baby without
Thousand foot, got my back to protection,
Strong in every never-been-down road,
We never been off of it, can't get enough of it,
I'm out-spoken, in case ya
such spiritual hypocrites in a
Minority? Aren't most Americans fairly
Consistent in their conduct within the
Precepts of religious doctrine?
I've got no
suckers like bell bottom jeans
I always switch trains in Jamaica, Queens
When I go to by the street to see my Aunt Ilene
Danny Boy's comin' with the Irish
pussy"
I just sat back, my legs started shakin'
Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'
I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her
the Midas touch
Got gold diggers looking at my fine wrist watch
Even got the restaurant to fine dine this fox
Better call me by my name that's right it's
One-two mike check 1998
Settin' it straight, for you and yours, rocksteady
Big dedicational shoutout's going to the freestylers in the dance tonight
Remember I used to rock Robin's everywhere
Now it's Mike Amiri
I got a closet full of pairs
Used to live in the hood
I thought it was monsters under
Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit
Living off that bad shit, that shoot shit
That stab shit rock a flag and don’t give a
Fuck about US flag
trooper, I'm on the run G
I've got these hoes spreaded, from Japanese to diabetics
Toes stay painted because of my foot fetish
You damn right, they had
a good night to die
Spent most of my life tryna hide
I've tried to see the whole world through a crack in the blinds
Lost track of time, pull back
know how it goes, tell 'em turn up the stereo
Ain't nuthin' but a G thang, baby
Def Jam got the place goin' crazy
Catch you by tonight, it's alright,
y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
'Cos I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
What are you waiting for?
I said a hip
of threes So getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee's
I've been shot three movies, my deal comin soon I'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soon
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me, Wonder Mike, what are you waiting for?
Said-a hip hop,
put on Mike Amiri jeans
At like 17, I jumped right off the porch and then I hopped up in a beam
I'm with all of my brothas, and they gon' rock with me
Drown in a bottle
Foot on the throttle
Live fast die young live by the motto
Slave to the system
Abusin my limit
I needed a minute
To find Gods
drip made by Italians
And it's Runtz up in my
Blunt, if it ain't ack
It ain't nothing in my cup
I put that double G up on my tee, ugh
Mike Amiri for
like my CCP boots
Trying to lift my foot i'm uprooted
Mike TV, my visions tainted by these rocks that's aimless
Clear your hoe out, Mr. Roto-Rooter
I saw
the Hansel to your Gretel, you's a dame, understood?
Overstand, ho ass nigga from my hood, I'm embarrassed
By the lack of class, sat in the back of class
still a street hoodlum
Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker
Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like Chewbacca
Might see me sleeping
my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, now
News flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop down
Any of ya **** want beef, I will stop clowns
I got a bad
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