into salary all the way from t-dot to the van city all stars rude boys freak you like a fantasy word yes from the northwest and the t-dot, o-dizot check
up the toilet Coley Cole, Fresh as a Four week old Not a scratch on me, Hoes ask for me Niggas ask bout me, Silly if you doubt me Close your eyes and see where the game
you fucking from behind It's the mother fucking dime, bitch I'm fucking up rewind buttons My shit is jumping like the prom Fayettenam on my back like some scratches from
game due to audible Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull I'm borrowing boots in my little mack competition You gon' need a couple stars to get
be the king of the be bop swing To have Stallions and medallions, big diamond rings To own a castle and a yacht, two million in gold 'Cause rap is the game
that it's your dime) (From Harlem's from where I came, don't worry about my name,) (Up on one-two-five they call me sweet thang) Scratches + Woman singing
[Scratched] "I'm the last emcee that's alive" [Verse 1] Nickle, nine, nine in the waistline Diss me fine, you won't be the first one Piss me off, you
was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all 'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n My new name from
for you! For-for you! For you!" - "Fresh!" [repeat 3X] [Royce Da 5'9"] Nickel! Of course it's I The fore ship come as no surprise I'm low from my chauffeur
ass rap made the game corrupt P-Dog in the cut back to bring the pain Puttin wood on they ass can't stand the rain And bring heat over beats, and scratch
than baby pictures Cock my 40 Glock, and my partner just bought a replica Now Asians saying they don't keep no cash in they register We run from red
gots to have the heart I've seen em come and i've seen em part If you ain't want beef then why did you start? Front from the light catch shots after
Perez] [scratching] "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" ("Sit-sittin' on swanger") "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star ranger" "Lone Star
the B-boys and all the B-gals Bona fide B-boy, biceps' bionic Blast em back, okay let's get it started Original rap styles comin' from my shooter Fifty
'm looking for eats I can't shake them. every time I look ones coming If I lose it, I'm afraid I'm gonna start dumping Stay calm, clear my brain Set
From southwest Detroit Deep within Zug Island's industrial waste depository It's Shaggy time Hey, how ya' doin' down there? On top, I see ya, alright
gone, the day of days (?) this tiny stone illuminated by a star far gone only star so large, many more to make our largest star show small furthermore