it past 25 The joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky an' say We don't care what people say You know the kids gon' act a fool When
to your guns and cling to your holster X2 [Prevail] As MC's slowly slip into sleep Without bailin' with their hands up Their homeboys act like Casey
, anythin' I'm a nasty motherfucker, girl I'm just sittin' right, in my class at a quarter to ten, right Waiting patiently for the class to begin, right
real, With my vocabulary spills I'm ill, like L, with lyrical skill, Like Hyundai cause I Accel, Whack competitors get whaced if their style's an act,
me stressed. Constantly lookin' at me funny cause my pants swung low It's time to dead that. Testify and get your head wrapped like Arabian cats, terrorist act
on doin' my thing, Broke as Macy Gray would be with a regular voice trying to sing, Who wanna bring it to these Crab Apple affiliates, Act silly and
will answer the call for true freedom Justice and equality in America Well now, do you understand?" Brethren heed the call of enlightenment of truth Asiatic discipline's frightenin' Some who act
I've crafted Fresh new trick to flip, I'm Dick Dastard Half smooth criminal and half straight bastard No mask when your flag get captured First class
I made you cool, you wasn't that dude Until I started fuckin' with you Gave you swag and a duffel bag You left the best you had, now you gonna act like
what they got and they ain't got a damn thang How you own three cars but you don't own your own name? Get your business right, boys, the first class
like the water bed mattress Yeah yeah, they thought I'd fade to the blackness Now they see me everywhere like Samuel L Jackson (mothafucka) But I ain't actin', I'm only givin' classes
, my love for you was gauranteed, babe, cause you knew you fleed, taken me for granted so, seen that you just don't know, then you said you act to cold
thugs could rule and selling crack was cool Knocked off hundred packs brought stacks to school No diploma, weed aroma nigga half coma know the tricks of the class
thing to you we did to you in '95. We gonna keep hittin' you in your head with all that FLAAAAAAAAAVVAAAAAAAAA Verse Two: Jadakiss Yeah aight then, you better act
world Where thugs can rule, and selling crack was cool Knocked off hundred-packs, brought stacks to school No diploma, weed aroma, nigga half coma Know the tricks in the class
a motherfucker Model bitch is wonderin' if I'ma fuck with her She knows I treat my bitches like gavana Dolce and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin' H-Class
at The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A nigga act
Say he wanna be, shorties gonna be a thug Said he gonna be, one day he's gonna be Said he wanna be, shorties gonna be a thug He was a nice middle class