the movie that you seen, I'm the star of the screen I got a roll for you to play, stand here And take six to the face, I dug a hole for you today Holiday
everything You fly but stars over everything And I'm one of them, yeah, I'm one of them Oh, I'm not one, well, I'm a hundred then I'm a hundred mother loving stars
We who have so much more than any one man does need And you who don't have anything at all Does anybody need another million dollar movie Does anybody need another million dollar star
ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna backflip I get biz with the skit, I DJ like Quik The topnotch of the block, cause I carry a glock Only hot rocks
Squad is odd Y'all never seen relish but always seem jealous Of my extreme fellas, rockin' the [unverified] sweaters The ones who paid with their life I rock
Yea niggas, Welcome to Dade County Where we slang rocks that claim blocks And those red and blue lights just keep our streets hot C'mon and ride with
n-gga try to strain it out the drainage [Hook] See my face on the news and it aint Tivo I still wanna sell kilo?s It?s like I?m throwing rocks at the
and I ain't yo momma Play with my dollars on yo' ass they'll be layin' flowers I put a hole in your brain with these hollow hot rocks Hittin' the switch
I'm about to split your arm in Put a hole so big in your noggin' that if you God body You can fit the whole sun, moon and star in You starvin' for more
tight keep the rhymes right Yo I just made this motherfucker up last night And uhh... I'm the rookie on this all-star team Me and Kim is gettin' cream
up Ok I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up I blowed up had a hole up in my pocket now its sowed up They feenin for that crack, you know that rock
stud, you need practice I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress I'll leave you holding' your swollen backside and rolling' Filling' all three holes
I'm the vapor sprayer for the Himalayas The M-iza A-ya R-iza K-aya I'm the mayor Leavin' emcees in a ditch So get ready, we 'bout to start a fight in
. Im still sellin crack, im still writin raps. Its the young don keep stars on my caps. Everytime i ride, everytime i slide, suckas start runnin, boys start
is iller than three sixes Tatooed on the back of three chicks I ain't rocking the boat, I'm giving chickens sea sickness Witness to the okie, rock from
lions, engage with the giants Stars with temper, Red October, Prev the Cobra I coil the sunset, oil my drumset Spitting grease out my grill, y'all I'm Formula One Crack a hole
some Flintstone shit Oh shit... and them niggaz stuck together On some Siamese shit... yo [Ghostface Killah] Yo, classic murders, slick gun material Burnt up bodies that rock