, please stand up? I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin' you Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room The only
Okay, the GZA Tony Touch classic, knowhatI'msayin'? We gonna bang y'all in the head one time Blaze up on y'all one time real fast (Do the mix and all
with a thirty round clip like thallon tips all on your blind Say throwin' them thangs so fool, put your hands down Bailin' through your hood, then catch you slippin' wit your
of armor I'm tryin' to pop a hole in your Yankee cap absorb me The skies over your head ain't safe no more And Hip Hop ain't your own And if it is then
rappin' over rhythm and blues To all you rich black folks with your glissining jewels Entrepeneurs all you millionaire dudes Before you catch another case limit your
a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff Your
your head up off your shoulders Cause you don't want to see us Cause if you do Glock cocked with ski masks nigga A bunch of killers with tattoos [silk] Ahhhh atten hut About face to his head
, you won't live to see tomorrow Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo (Let's mark that
get smoked You niggas be thinkin' this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith Wes' blast So just dash or trespass and get your chest
(C. Milian, S. Smith P. Paul) Can't front on me no My head down to my toes The girl's outta control (And I know you want it) Oh how you look at me Starin
like Beavis Or butt head, I bust heads like Amy Fisher Isser, blisser, hit you like an accident And if I'm in your town you might meet me at the Radisson
me upside the head with her shoe talin' 'bout, "Who the fuck you been doin' it to? Comin' home always smellin' like tuna fish and brew" I said "Bitch, if you don't get up outta
have the right so, I didn't care Sway your arms around your back, then across your chest Do the crazy leg sweep from right to left It's the steve... [parrish smith
head banger, what? The head banger, what? The head banger, what? The head banger, what? The head banger Yeah, head crack, head crack The head banger
think about is that honey complexion An' the way your skin glow when you slip on them D&R dresses I know you wonderin' why I got you a Smith & Wesson
your abdominal Niggas is comical, fuckin wit the abominal Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow Catch a slug in the back of your head at
tyner, w. kramer, f. smith) Motor city music, cotillion music (bmi) Sittin' in the classroom feel your heart thumpin' Start to get the feelin' Your head
not quite me! Chorus I'm like a head trip to listen to 'cause I'm only giving you Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room The