plain-Jane-no-game-insane-to-the-brain Don't need cocaine fuckin with the A The A-Pluster plus the A from way back in the day For mind expansion enhancing
the ninth ward (Been there since the day I was born) From the ninth ward (Got us coming up like a storm) From the ninth ward (Niggas better sound the alarm
queens Ain't never rolled a nigga recenin' up in his greens Conversatin his low, ho' Ain't you gettin' chips? You get a check on the first birth, help a
point bulletin On a black male Jamaican Meanwhile a dark lookable crook Is in a alleyway for retaliation A limo pulled across the street from a gas station
t Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm
for you It ain't no phone call on Sunday, flowers or a mother's day card It ain't no house on a hill with a garden and a nice little yard I got my hot
it But you got it Yes, you got it Modern day Romeo's, Modern day Juliet's Selling their love for a packet of cigarettes Still I remember the day that