, come to my city [Drunken Master] My city is where it's at My city is where it's deep My city is where the niggas get to shootin' in the street My city
the jackpot with this flow that I got I know when I'm hot It's my show to stop holding my crotch My whip cleaner than Amish men in honest ends Two dimes
show, I pass 'em by You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good And if you looking for me You can catch me in my hood Just doing my thing
my daughter, my mom is my mom nancy is my wife cause she is the bomb (hey don't forget about me in this roll call) together there as powerfull as my
9 to 5 Barely makin' it with disgust behind your eyes So I just, grip my piece, rip off fleece Out to take your lip off chief, with my peeps We ruthless
like barcodes, And as far as rap goes, I've mastered my flows, Certified and we back again to wreak havoc, With these pads and pens so understand my
taking, we're taking off We're taking, we're taking off We're taking, we're taking off on all of you (2x) And if you wanna you can ride on my rocket ship Ride on my
smiling I got forty-five to life on Rapper's Island 4 9 5 0 7, what you dialing, fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutch master Enter my potential of script
by my fingers Which shoot out from my hand Which is fastened to my arm That meets up with my shoulder That sits well below my head That surrounds my brain
We have our master plan bottled and canned living in the 352 Steps 1 and 2 walk home drunk wake up confused with a stranger next to you The copied costumes
yea fly like a kite no cops in sight, racin' through the city runnin'every red light, drivin' like i hate my life, got a cairn in my vein and my brain
York City graf kingpin Five Borough fame guaranteed to itch pigskin Raided near the Brooklyn Naval yard, juxed an undercover When they asked him what he pled he said, "You're fuckin' up my
the bed pan, left hand numb from the finger to the thumb (right!), right got tubes in it, irony is fun (yaaay!!), at some point early when drunk on electric
I pilot a lion heart My polar half?s negotiate it (right) Shook upon the difference between tumble weed and sacred, Read a hostel gospel attributed to
have done it Never got drunk and never got blunted The {?} in my ear, they cost about a hundred If the record's a hit, you know the Biz spun it Super educated master
was the Shaolin The Shaolin? Never Never? The poison your master drunk is familiar to the Shaolin Monks We don't talk, you're gonna die My lord, enough
thats on the grind, yea serve anybody all day anytime uh Drive-up teller service right to my back gate That's the way I ran my game back at 1228 D,
Westside of thangs (Killa Cali motherfuckers) Where the gang bangers hang The L dot A dot Crenshaw Boulevard Where I write rhymes, so hard niggaz swap my tradin' cards 'Cause my
