I changed my name in search of fame To find the midas touch Oh I wish i'd never wanted then What I want now twice as much We crossed the mighty oceans
it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you all gon' be Six feet deep When the heat seek, niggas be misty From 155th to 11Oth Street Harlem bound,
punk holla, "We want prenup" "We want prenup!", yeaah It's something that you need to have 'Cause when she leave yo' ass she gone leave with half 18 years, 18 years And on her 18th
showing up at the club when I tell you to stop you just keep showing up cause you're feeling regret now that we are through through th th th th through
floss game still intact A horse game you lame dudes can't feel that Like the first dude'll cop the 850 and 89 And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine
is that? My floss game, still intact Boss game, you lame dudes can't feel that Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89 And drove it up to 55th, the
pro One nigga got pissed And started reachin for his shit Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude Unloaded
his grill Ghea, before I go, I gotta say one thing April 18th, "The American Dream," (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Before I go, I gotta say one thing April 18th
as I squeeze from it Now he's a cheap ornament, died in a street tournament Peep the clues, not deep with dudes My Benz don't carry shoes 'cause I'm
buddah Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger That means bring it back, NY king of that The best tried a dead mind but just can't see to that The 4th comin
pit bulls and rot weilers Niggas wit gold teeth, old schools on gold feet, killas, and O.G's Task postil da police Mac Arth to foothill, East 14th Sobrante
while ago Flew 'cross the country back to Buffalo Walked around through the sleet and the snow With a red bandana on my head Saw my momma on 12th and
fuckin than get yo ass out. [Verse] Dash digital situation critical Hate to make it so blatant baby But I aint playing Maybe you got me confused With one of them other dudes
is I'm always dressed up but I never slack shit So good I feel like I could be the 8th Wonder of the world And the 9th is on the track bitch I don't
It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of July There was not a cloud to speak of So the orange sun hung lonely in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking
) Im still back in the days but now the year is 87, 88 thats When my crew and I were in Jr. High in 7th grade I hated school (Wished it had blown up)
shake (What?) I hit you till you drop (What?) I hit you till you shake (What?) Niggas and bitches (What?) Shake ya body till it break (What?) Ayyo, dude
's Sassoon The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad moves The big one had the centipede stab wound Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out The bigger dude