course the car's stolen But I'm blind to what's wrong, all I want is what's golden A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right Fuckin' blue light, read
Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books
for a book, listen and look, now let's do some Math A gun and a hand, plus an angry man, minus love Equals and me, the sky's blue and they rags Toe-tags
Statuesque, raven-tressed, a goddess of the night Her secret incantations, candle burning blue We'll consult the spirits maybe they'll know what to do And it's real
real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
to trip who fat goose Queens bridge representative, ghetto entrepreneur, stay on tour Dick-riders, wanna get 'em bullshit The same law, same day contract, different clause Don't run red lights, I never caught the blue
're my chocolate factory Wait a minute, baby Now, if I could write a book on how you make me feel The title would read, a strong black man and that's for real
game, we all willin' to bang Ain't nobody going against the grain, so take aim B.R.'s evasive, cut all the faces, catch all the cases, this real You
blue, Hell to home but satan prove, Good as gold, my angels flew, Yo, they can't knock down mine, Cuffs on flows i lock down lines, I am not human, real
I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just gotta feel the kid if not rap for the fact of how real
Since a rook I did everything in the book Puttin' those thangs on ya like bing bing when I get ya Loc this rap game ain't ready for a real cap nigga Chorus
real slow Well, I know that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues
missionary But yet I pack Gospel in the quotes I spoke You listening to the most high like the Pope on dope Now picture that My poetry's deep now fish for that Only real
orchestra But if you don't pay the cost to the boss then I'm forcin ya You said you're ready like Freddie to battle me But the real Freddie's Dead and
beats Peace love unity livin' proper with the beats In any endeavor whatever, we will prosper with our beats Some cats are real, other are impostors with beats We the realest
like the Manut look You shook, nigga I'm like the crew cook I put a price on the whip and I'm like the blue book With an appetite for destruction with
Bun B] Hey, Mr. Preacher Man, what do you say? See you out here tryin to save yourself some people today You got the good book in your hand and the robe
my nigga? (Yeah, man, I gotta give you the 411, shit is straight 911, word) It's $2.50, nigga, back the fuck up! Talk to me... (Word, them blue ninjas