, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun Killah type cat, you better be glad I'm not one Had a couple stars up in my sky She was my moon and my sunshine Dude
Face down, lay on the ground, no sudden moves Yo, then, take off his Timbs and get the work out his shoes Rip off the pockets out his shoes, make sure
and all sorts Hold on, who turned the lights on? Word to my microphone and preach on Brother, that's that bullshit in my right arm Crackhead stop it,
min They took my medicade card, he's a good friend Bugs still sniffin', Daffy Duck snitchin' And heard that crazy Bird took the stand on the Simpson's Bet you "My
roam Where the the Reaper roam 'til they put my name on a stone Walk alone, I walk alone, you know I walk all alone I always been on my own ever since
cash, me and Biggie and the models be Shaking they saditty ass and parotta be Somethin' you cats got to see And the watches be all types and shapes of stones
deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin black smokin sacks up in ac's and sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin
darkened room Had a face of stone and a heart of gloom Lost my hope, I was so far gone Cryin' all my tears with the curtains drawn I didn't know until my
neck Po live it up, yellow stones lit it up Long John Eagle tucked, it's the kid, nigga what? Some of y'all rap niggaz is girls hold my dick, gappin'
you find Homies and crews, weapons and tools Lovers and haters and teachers and fools Just try walkin one day in my socks and shoes And if you get
me, fuck you Fuck your mom, fuck your mom's mamma Fuck the Beastie Boys and the Dali Lama Fuck the rain forest, fuck a Forrest Gump You probably like it in the rump, fuck a shoe
diamond ring with a stone in pink [Incomprehensible] You mean more than those things More than the air I breathe More than the food I eat More than the shoes on my
at my stones tap dancin' on the bezzle Bad baby at the Rollie, lap dancin' and wanna kiss me Oh, no, 'cause of my chain 'Cause of my bling like a peacock
) ?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new From my fitted down to my shoes I enter the room and your *** might choose Look me up and down from my
minute just to adjust my cufflinks, and my shirtsleave In 2003, in the double R, I lean metallic green Professional chauffeurs over my doors Women lust over my
nigga even more Brush my hair, manicure and do my toes Knock bitches from them niggas who act like ho's I make braggin' out my two-two paddy wagon Sittin
with Bobby, ate breakfast with Whitney Made it official New York is my city nigga Got a trophy from the game ya'll know my name Baby - Number one stunna, car showing my
glamourest gear, show and prove How I move, you know hammers is near, never fool Appear rude, though my manners is there, get it straight Say my grace, before stuffing my