so I can conductthe disco inferno Oklahoma aroma (uh) I smell the roof on fire without Parliament just Def Squad shit, dig it Rhymes I be like liquid
s that in ya hand? Whattcha tryna sell us? That supposed to be a gram? Understand; I'm through with the white shit Now I write shit, go in the booth and
I keep it comin' Let 'em ride to the rhythm of a criminal, yes sir I'm willin' ta bet cha' when I unload, I reload I aim it and dump, dump some mo' First
I see my guns'll rip, slain in the massacre I'll see his brains, [that's a shame] so I'm askin ya Should I feel how I feel, (yeah) should I be ready
in a bink Man, I was too young to understand what life means See y'all gon' understand a story of thug that like things Can't express the rush I get when
Haters fuck around I start movin like a centipede I'm the weed-man so you know I got the remedy Plus I'm a user, dope-fiend music Plus I'm a robber and I
she get her back blown Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on, now I'm reloadin Automate and keep it goin, right and exact Runnin track like I
I'm starrin in movies Nigga Nor wanna do me, thing is I got none Wanna be my main chick, chill I got one If it's hot in a lady then I can cop some
sound Likwid motherfuckers came to tear the house down (I'm to' down, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down y'all, I'm to' down) [Loot Pack] We got that rhyme
Well I think not, styles are pipin' hot Blazin', amazin', I give it all I got I'm tellin' you straight up, all sleepin' beauties better wake up I'll
like your thumbs up, what up? I make them bowl like Shopper Ranks I'm the Captain of the Ship, make them cats walk the plank What the f you think I'
author of the final chapter seven star grandmaster Pugilist John Trappa M.D. Go-go thirteen professional MC I bomb squads like Hank Sharpley Expose a fraud like hardcopy I
i cant i need you understand i want you *chorus* yeh yeh i want you yes i do i want you cant tell you goodbye cant tell you goodbye i want you i want