Cause where I'm from yo, life ain't a game yo Jungle's my name yo, blow wit a fo' fo' First a studio, then a video, then we do a show Count my cash flow
a damn on the people. [Amos Hart] -People what? [Billy Flynn] -Laugh. [Amos Hart] -Laugh? Why would they laugh? [Billy Flynn] They can count. Can you count
in your pussy, your uterus dies Putrefaction in your body, procreation dies You take pains, more and more, You groan loud, but this does not count Suffering
Into The Silent Type, Wanna Conpremise My Niggas We Ride Or Die And Roll With The Bitches That Got They Body Right These Niggas Ain`t Built Ain`t Got The Body
My Mo-sci-no hoe, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C. Woe, oh
rate flat one Terror Squad attacks [Cuban Link] Yeah, I got your back, Twin, packin a Mac when I'm attackin Even if its one against ten, count me in, till the end
I think they better let it go, lyrical arsenal. I heat it up, I like to flame a mic, {Topic loosen up} I can't Game, my game to tight, I'm out of sight
City Begin and end the day on Lennon hunts for beach fronts To lit blunts, now all agreed we're sippin' OJ with the Dom P Bounce and bring it like it counts
he know Let the barrel blow Or a quarrel know Over somethin' that he borrowed, no Do the math On the warpath Makin' predictions to the body count I even
, slam, slam Slam your body down and wind it all around. Slam your body down and wind it all around. Slam your body down and wind it all around. Slam your body
all about the game and nothin' else You come out here, you better watch yourself 'Cuz you can wear what you want, even blue or red But cross the wrong brothers and end
I ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a million records we can battle for ya' money I rather count a hundred thousand dollars on a sunday Watch a football game
. Gotta figure out which pill alleviates which pain, which part of your brain is being used for a boxing bag as your body became a never ending game
But I don't give a fuck, cause ain't nobody gonna touch me I bet you, I be standing in the end I gotta remain living, and counting Benjamins [Z-Ro:]
tell when I talk I lost count ain't no tellin how many guns I done bought And when it come to beef I won everytime that I fought And if I ever end up
He got flash, baby Kicked in the back, baby A heart attack, baby I need your body! A hot kiss, honey He dug the ditch, baby You make me sick, baby So
Crip deep or 6 deep or clip deep How deep? This deep, nine millie clip deep With this heat, a body builder turn into a pipsqueak They turn to vegetarians, they don't wanna end
my paper?" My Mo-sci-no, my Ver-sa-ce hottie Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody You knew about me, the fake ID Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.