voice And you know what it said? I'll tell you what it said It said "If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and try again" "If you need help,
Are you smokin marijuana and I said yes I am True him seh some man trance seh it cost a couple grand Him seh mek mi see di license and registration And
it's a lot of woman Tryna have my trees You can have the leaves Pointed at your teeth Don't tell me that you like it Until i tell you leave You hear that
like fiends in disguise, Laying for the right shit so I can receive another grand prize, Greeting niggas like a homeless nigga, The way it happened son, you
I see them dollar signs I see them dollar signs In your eyes (in your eyes) In your eyes (your eyes) For sure you hit the grand prize You hit the grand prize
the back [Method Man] Now that you know my name, niggaz know my game If you feel me, then you know my pain I seen you rap dudes done stole my slang,
Five Dear New York this is a love letter To you and how you brought us together We can't say enough about all you do 'Cause in the city were ourselves
thefted a post-it Later applied the motives to a moment of some grown shit "Hey, you with the sharpie and BM! " Did you foreplay the gm Or you carpe the
sacrificed For reasons of diplomacy. That, of course, you understand. But all the same, It must be grand To be So suave, So calm, So dignified, If you
you I can laugh out loud I ended up with you Ohh, I can laugh out loud I ended up with you I can laugh out loud I ended up with you
every word up out your mouth Eventually gon' come to me How dumb could you be Maybe you really wanna see me But most likely you a sucka And you hatin' you
cans Takin ova building empires like Caesar Try to screw me and I Scrooge you like Ebenezer Nice gals on the mic fights for the grand prize N-Light-N
we got them muthafuckas bitin' You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me Nigga
m droppin' a shell And that's for every fuckin' time I pop and you yell Mop you in hell, you motherfuckers can't stop us You more over hype than Eliom
a Halle Berry haircut with light green over your eyelashes I wanna see how you pose It depends on the perfect outfit and how much you expose My perfect Hollywood grand prize
the world, hung like parasites The likes lethal, the mics lead you A sneak preview, watch what we do and what the hood teach you I still see through
the pocket size nine and it's ready to blow You get your choice 'fore the best shawty up in the spot You get the grand prize when I get you back at the