party here) Verse 2 Now we hitting the clubs like we owning the spot its front row vip for mister zig smelling like a mixture of armani and weed my crew
9 to 5 Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do Nobody from my crew will I forget
shows, to the winners the spoils go I take the l, transfer to the 2, head to the gates New york life type trife the roman empire state [mos def and crew
Fred Casely] Sugar, you're hot stuff. I would say anything to get a piece of that. [Roxie Hart] Stay then. Now? [Fred Casely] It has some laughs. Let
gone inside my art form Worshipping the ground that I walk on, that's cool But while you're being me who's being you? I'm hot like patra, doggystyle
it? But did you really wanna dabble in fanatical supernatural lyrically radical milli minutes, I'm about to begin it Can I get some, can I spit some,
I'ma put 6 in this 6 pack when you here that click clack bitch betta get back quick one to the chest make niggas do back flips Hook x 2 Verse 2 (Lloyd
't got to front, I make it happen Strictly snappin' necks, strictly macs and techs Head all night over, deuce, deuce, the feds Yo, matter fact, here's a list of some
s the Ruler, live by, take it in blood 'cause it's the J to the A to the death nigga what Don't get it fucked up, I'm as hot as it gets I make hits while
's the Ruler, live by, take it in blood 'cause it's the J to the A to the death nigga what Don't get it fucked up, I'm as hot as it gets I make hits
rhyme, I put rappers on da spot Recording in da same studio, 2Pac got shot Bringing to da game new ideas I cop more respect than u, I aint dropped an album in 2
, 'cause New York niggaz Actin' spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates New York life type trife
1 2 3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill And knock his ass into left field I'm still a body bruisin' master Dat some ole' evil little
Ju spit rhymes, strip mine interior Rippin your shit imperial, kill niggas' material My whole crew ain't fearin ya, Mad Max the High Priest I got some
a gorilla behind these bars, on some zoo shit Shoot you while you're talkin, on some news camera crew shit Sicker then flying in past tense, on some flu
I hope I live in the sky...All my folks who aint alive I hope they live in the sky..pray to God when I die that I live in the sky ..It's true what goes
for? Knowin you all are some scared hoes Make me start a girl fight Betta check this bitches fair height Blowin niggas I'm BeBe See broke niggas I Skeske I'll choke ya head