for the pan within Close your eyes, breathe slow and we'll begin Close your eyes, breathe slow and we will begin To look together for the pan within, within
Malice Hot damn, it's a new day Hot damn, but them boys want the money man Uh-huh of course, 'fore you say what you say, hot damn My, how the boys roam
man B.I you see why Cause these lil broads think its not alright to be bi I?m messin with you, you comfortable with it I nevermind You never play with young boys
the beat with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they
B.I. you see why Cuz these lil broads think its not alright to be bi I'm askin make sure you comfortable with it nevermind You never play with young boys
it for the money I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your
of blow Everybody know the hop got you moving slow Pinocchio says ignore my nose, you can trust him I saw Bill in the back of Capitol Hill with Lil' Miss Muffin Little Boys
is lay in the dirt, we dug a hole And my guns weight more, yo, then Gerald Levert With more blubber than a Ruben Studdard, I grease the pan With rhymes
, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world It's the illest little story for all the girls and boys
' with Kast and Clue Now Calhoun with a 'matic means Shake and get tragic Ma brother So what you gon' do It's the deal pushing flash pan The big deal
naked Guys tell jokes so they can see 'em naked Church ladies vote what they perceive sacred Proposition hatred, phosphorous in riverbeds Billion dollars spilled to fill esophagus with
hustlas stay and the criminals rob us, shoot us On the corner with the keys in hand We'll leave you where you stand We'll lift you off your feet and make you fly like Peter Pan
right there I'm 'onna show you how this stuff's done" Fire on the mountain, run boys, run The Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun Chicken inthe bread pan
Layin' 'round home with a ball game on Feelin' fairly fine Blackberry jam is cookin' in the pan And the jam and the cook are mine I like my honey from
Way to get up in the middle Till I pan up at them jugs Now I'm thinkin about the little bitty circles Decorated all around the nipple With that badonk, It come with
I check my boys Bob P and Satelite (Satelite) game so cold it'll freeze (it'll freeze) any nigga out here that be actin' like a breezy (like a breezy) pan pan
but that don't mean goodnight I'm a real good loser 'cause I get a lot of practice With the breaks, when I'm beatin' my boys "Now what's the only thing