the action And that's the whole attraction to skip to my shit Rock the mic in my palm beyond ad-e-quate Shit split with the cheese and the h-o-e's The ones
the H to the E to the T T O (You're Ghetto) You're G to the H to the E to the T T O (You're Ghetto) [Kardinal] Yeah, check it, yeah You know you ghetto
voyage is good, then this fall I will do it; I wants two pound ten for a ring and the priest, A couple o' dollars for clean shirt and collars, And a handful o
on the dick This ones for Clue and my Riker's Island niggas That remember when I came through The big O B C C H D M 2 C 74 Little Nasi and the crew
gotta pay for Procardia} {Were you takin' that every day? Yea Well, that's the blood pressure pill, the heart pill, the Procardia And what's the other one? Ah, H Y D R O T O
M-E-T, H, the O, the D Can't be done like tryin to find a penny in the sea Nigga run for cover son go and get them guns Y'all ain't from here, don't try
E-T, H, the O, the D Can't be done like tryin to find a penny in the sea Nigga run for cover son go and get them guns Y'all ain't from here, don't
[Method Man] Yeah ha.. we vibin' Channel livin' all day ha c'mon Yo its me the m-e-t-h uh o-d ?? Sniff a whole key My coke deep Be my consciouss tellin
be H I off J's, K's and L's Um, M, N, to the O's, they can't tell He's a regular guy (I can't lie, girl) I can't deny (I can't deny neither) You know
them cats that you don't fuck wit Whatcha supposed to do? Both of them are part of the crew Can't choose side (true) I don't know, I don't like to go
t make a thug Jose luis got ya, golden guns, frank sinatra I know you love it when I rhyme proper Man I'm still t-h-u-g-g-e-d-o-u-t Iraq to qb Mobb deep
should head bang or belly dance playa I'm that sand nigga type of Johnny Cochran yaw dig World wide like H.C. Andersen, I won't quit Don't depend on the
I can I don't need you to tell me what clothes to wear I don't want suggestions about my hair If the whole world buys your bullshit I don't care I'd
Dogg three times Like bub Scarface, T-Loc 1 and 2 Big 40 mick Dogg this ones for you Sammy Parker we ain't forgot about you O.G. 'cuz I'ma show these
and you pimpin' hoes And to think you could hang with me I never would spit this game for free I'm the T double O, S H O R T, I rock all stages and
have my dope Every where i go When they ask me whats my drank I say heem and what you thank [Verse 2] I L-O-V-E H double E-M I drink like ten of them
te-ta's look like they'll pop through beaters And the hips won't fit in the L-drop two-seater But ma' I ain't the type to love ya I'm a triflin, good