, is down wit' us My man Lil' Jamal, is down wit' us My Def Squad click, is down wit' us The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit' us yo My L.O.D. click, is
'm tryin' to earn a million buck or two The ill MC step in (And who the fuck are you?) Doc start walkin' bumpin' M.O.P To catch a nigga gettin' gassed
heavy metal That's why the town got rid 'o $hort That's why the town got rid 'o $hort Niggaz shootin' at the studio late at night Seen a Charokee,
the club it's on Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two tight things to grip on A bag of trees
money pussy falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and
's down with us Sway and King Tech are down with us Makin' funky music is a must I'm #1 People still takin' rappin' for a joke A passing hope, or a phase
L-double-O-D Been on songs with S-N-double-O-P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's
That's a stereotype like everyone that's black can jump I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done Cop rings like MikeJordan,LarryBird, MagicJohnsonand them Out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is
with the sound all around Check it out, L.O.N.S. for '90 y'all, Ahhh! What's up? Do I got the hands in the air? Yo did I make moves, did I make moves?
Too Short Now everybody wanna sell dope, sell dope Got a P, got a pound, got some hoes, nope Jesse Jackson had a lil' bit of hope, for the folks On a
's gone There's funk in everything you do so don't be stupid You might imagine me funky though like Cupid What is this? This is a tribute to the Mob
some Airs, king for a day Hard to face your fears, we wear the mask like Cory McKay You have a ball today, it's all a masquerade Shorty, paint her face like a
us tonight Ha, ha, ha, what uh-huh There is such a place that creates such a melody Brooklyn No ladies, it's a living dream It's a living dream, it's a
ill blow ya off from me the king of the trill the one and the only mayne my roof linin is swade my seats is pony mayne my air-forces is crocodile candy
to the O to the Y to the A, J to the A Z Z E Pha Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright (Bun B, let's go) Awright, awright, awright, awright, awright
, what, what, what, what? (What, what, what? Superstar) This is the life, yo, of a superstar Fly ass mansions and a million cars Gotta get the cash yo and it's
need me That's when it is, what it is, if it's that or the cup But in the ill gangstas book what they niggas do is [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Run! If
My Timb's start feelin' like they Nike Air's on me Run! It's hard for me to slow down, it's like I'm on the Throughway My belt's in the crib on the floor