war. [chorus] [verse 2] I'm the n the a to the s-i-r And if I wasn't I must've been escobar You know the kid got his chipped tooth fixed Hair parted
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin', I helped blow them up Gave my man my right, I could have went left So like my girl Foxy, the kid
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back And I did not stutter when I said that I'm going platinum, sellin' rhymes I went platinum, seven times And still they ill
you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib Blend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton
the booth I should be up in the guinness heyy i rap i should be up in the guinness hey hey I'm innovative i should be in the guinness for ripping the ill
love yo Girls that I dated, it's ok I am not mad yo Unless you stabbed me in the heart, no love ho, this shit is so ill Play it back from the top if
stuck to they necks and thigh Whoa, it ain't a game, they want the blacks all killed off Our caps all peeled off, nigga this real talk What's ill
last chance 50) and i dont mean sing it let that new bitch witch do that, whadd up baby(whadd up baby) ill fuck you and ill smurf ya head(Haha) D-Block
Kibble a Bit I take a squat, and booty MC's be sayin OOOOHHH SHIT! Yo, I turn Bucktown into Fucktown You're just a field goal kid, and I'm a touchdown
your thing, in your hand, say, "I I think I can!!" Damn this never happened before, yeah sure that's what they all say Uh-oh you better get Maaco kid
, where its happening [Bizzare:] What what what what what [Natasha:] Drop me in the middle so I can make a ripple effect Upon the ocean ill be the moon
I was eleven got the truly dict My uncle pulled me to the side And he schooled me quick, told me son gooey, shit You can't get paid in a earth this big, you worthless kid
shit Now who you rocking with them or us Deep love or cheap lust QB or bust Infamous til we pass on You're laughing at the wrong kid I take action The
bitch to the road to riches And if the smoke thickens It's to be the beat Or it detrimental to your brain Choakin' off Mary Jane A.T. lettin' it ill,
I'd rather kick the facts and catch you with the rapture More than you bargained for Tical, that stays open like an all nite store For real, I keeps it ill
Rrrahh, look out You musta got hit with some bullshit! Yo, where at? Smack dab across your lips, can you talk? Ahm ahh ill uhh ahm no 'em no menna no
With a rap, that's shittin' on the story of Jack Sprat So put your money where your mouth is, watch Redman house shit And if it's beef I'll punch you in your mouth kid