seven Not compared to no rappin' high flight, member of the A S S R Immigrants stand in factories, endorsements, six MC's You seen what the source meant
you wanna be a rock'n'roll star Just listen now to what I say Get yourself an electric guitar and take some time and learn to play. (PART 3 SOUND CHECK
-Z's On the hill wit that shit from a custom border Two gram, fifties, do the math for a quarter That's one, I fulfill nigga's order What you nigga's
tryna be up in the six with the ST Click listen to this, you hear, I be right there that's a million dollar sound, we tryna keep that there what use
smarts and good credit You got the best part, that's why you actin' hard headed It's a man's world, baby girl, don't forget it But what's a thug without
meadow Fly chick rockin' size six skiletos Drapped-out in tailor made leather and suede A serenade for the moment, then we part ways What a child girl
live to regret what I said When you're me, people just wanna see, if it's true, if it's you What you say In your raps, what you do So they feel, as part
? That's your only fear Each day you think more about your psychosis No one but you can help you, and you know this That's the craziest part of it all
It's a package deal, you rob me, you take this message Along with that, I ain't your average cat Fuck rap, I'm tryin' to make Cream and that's that
one You reap what you sow, that shit you oughta know I keep it on the flo' under the seat, I ain't a hoe You know it's been a while but we feelin' it
will leave you crippled You done fell in love with shantizzle And I'm a keep you fiending for mizzo The 6-0 six-fo bizzo got one of the freakiest hizzo's
your egos in jeopardy Threats to the right, amigos to the left of me Part of me's hellish, part of me's heavenly (Whitey, Whitey, Whitey) Boy, that's
up yo, we never turn to dick riders Your Mac is big, got a little grip, yo You think that shit gon' live what he did, what this nigga said Remember when
d just wind up at her front door She's still living there, I bet Oh, but what if she's not there alone There goes what pride that I've got left Talk me
hittin' down the sleeve And it's ready to go to work 'cause that's what it's here for I shoot down a milion niggaz and shoot one more And that's the milion
you like it, do you like it, what? (The first verse, bird) [Timb] It's a hot Saturday My little sister's outside Playin' patty cake (patty cake) My momma's
you like it, do you like it, do you like it, what? (The first verse, bird) [Timb] It's a hot Saturday My little sister's outside Playin' patty cake (patty cake) My momma's
down to the sound of the s o s o l i d Be wannawannabe wannawannabe DARKSYDE Everybodys gettin down to the sound of the s o s o l i d Be wannawannabe