numbered What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker) [Streetlife] This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow, but you don't hear me though Live
Timbo King & Jamie Sommers) [Islord] Aiyyo, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin One thing, let me tell y'all niggaz somethin I don't give a, flyin fuck
is a push in the right direction Weed and a mic now I'm writing checks And now the game ain't stopping And can't nobody say my name ain't popping Started
(feat. Casual, Del) Utilizing all we know True to life and Ten-Four I read you Your see through I don't believe you It ain't what your skin hides that
clear up the point I'm tryin to make don't want no bustas around me playa hatin or actin fake don't ever be wantin nobody to get to close I don't know
Jew, a Catholic and the pastor just couldn't figure out where baptist fit Hastily ya paid me that'cha make me sing Brother has confronted me, mister
my life to an end I was forgotten, abandoned by my bitches and friends You don't want beef with people like me so don't pretend I'll resurrect your aborted
, a Catholic and the pastor just couldn't figure out where baptist fit Hastily ya paid me that'cha make me sing Brother has confronted me, mister (????)
brought my life to an end I was forgotten, abandoned by my bitches and friends You don't want beef with people like me so don't pretend I'll resurrect
disk and MPC Embee, me, Cos.mic, Supreme Put our cream to make this dream come true Invest my life in this Looptroop crew State got me on trial again,
t no if, ands, about that Ask niggas around the way, you can beat me They be like, "nah, I doubt that" He's dangerous, don't try to follow, I'm sure to
broken mic Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight Golden mic, I hold it tight When it's open mic it's like it's broken mic Smokin mic, the word is spoken tight Now it don't
I don't see. Ya better take it on down the road. Ya think that they don't see, but everybody fuckin knows, watch me unload. [Verse 3] One thing I ain't
motion how the dice would roll Motion picture drip the paper maestro, heist your bones Righteous leave the vice on violet poems, plus my mic is stone
t, admit it Pretend he ain't offended, the men and women Every minute they in it, don't be Every illiterate ignorant critical dissed it Every idiot that ain't
point me out To your livest MC, without a doubt Hey I gets down for mine haven't you heard Breakin niggaz off somethin real proper word You can't see