body a ride, nice an' warm inside Come to the Dirt Dog as the tummy rise, enter Yo, yo, my Wu-Tang cliff'll make yo' atom split The power of my brain
love the way you talk With your mouthful The way you park on the sidewalk The way you are in your car I'll make you love the way I behave On my bad
don't need no stinkin' click Two, three, four Some say money is bad for the soul Bad for the rock, bad for the roll Bad for the heart, bad for the brain Bad
The devil's in the dreamin' He tells you I'm not sleepin' in my hotel room alone With nothing to believe in you dive into the traffic rising up And it
was humming to a Half forgotten echo hangin' over in the brain Tappin' time and thinking of the time We never had the time to take Losing to the rising
-rippable I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin brain To think I'm not the nicest
the mirror reflections from a dying personality lights up the room feel cold sweat running from your neck when denying you were part of a psycho's brain
pull up on your stop 'n' go's This is the way we stop and go Don't block my way, we stop the show [Bun B - Verse 1] Please rise for the president
my brain cells with bad news, Who's who and what you think is cool. Keep my head dry. I'm gonna keep my head dry. When the blood begins to rise, I'm
I'm the brain's extension No matter you postition, just look at Bill Clinton Dykes hate you but buy me off the shelf) Man nigga fuck you (Nawl that's bad
'Cross the border, into the big bad world Where it takes you 'bout an hour just to cross the road Just to stumble across another poor old soul From the
You stupid muthafuckas don't get me Now, take a look inside my mind That pen' time made me rise but still I rise 'Cause my ambitionz az a ridah like
un-rippable I slap you in your mouth, your drinks'll be unsippable I got miles of styles, you must be out your motherfuckin brain To think I'm not the
Up The Kush And Smoked A Cigarette To Boost It Scared To Pop A Pill Cause Every Time I Do I Loose It but I Will Probably Chew It Bad Bad Life But I
witnesses left silent Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw It remains in your brain then ofcourse it grows Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
notty hair who Gotti fear Tracks I'm know to roast Until the microphone is ghost Props I own the most I'm leaving niggaz comatose Front and get your brain
like the President i'll smoke you but I don't inhale Banned from MTV for what I said about Jennifer Levins case Still my brain's twisted like Mary Butterfucco
a Superbowl ticket Mother fuckers rise it's time for a new era Player hatin faggots got you runnin like Mascara I look into my eyes and see my brain