factories make clouds To keep the sun from being jealous like the moon While the husband holds his house He hates his children for being green when he
and round, upside down Living my live underneath the ground Never heard of and hardly seen A whole lot of talk about the red, black and green So dirty
this slack Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs Where if you ain't wearin
worse than whats goin on in your parents bedroom, sometimes i wanna get on tv and just let loose, but i cant, but its cool for ??tom green?? to hump
You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self inflicted Doctor slapped my momma, "Bitch you got a sick kid" Arrested, molested myself and got convicted Wearing
listen I ain't no politician But I'll kick it With 'em a minute 'Cause see they Call me a menace And if the shoe fits I'll wear it But if it don't Then
twice before he got up All over a bitch, n-gga the devil wears Prada Amber Rose wears nada And thats how she should keep it 'cause you can go Tyra from wearing
you know me I know you and you know me I know you and you know me It's the sobb story, the sobb story Red like green like 1, 2, 3 Here comes the hop
s up to Lord Finesse And I'd like to give shouts to my peeps Shorty and Wes People say, I'm soup, crazy cash, I recoup Nowadays I just troop in my green
a nation for my Nation 'cause I place you on the dynomite Right? The creamin' to schemin' to get it Right demeans almighty dolla The green power, let
green to make it rich With a team that'll scrape the Knicks, and a v that's crazy quick I came to wear my Yankee fitted, represent for greatness It's
army green Fat and frills, thrills and spills, eat and sleep, hump and kill Shop til you drop, work til you dead Get all you can then get in the wear
we all got high, our niggas dont be trippin dont be doin no drive-bys, cause we dont gangbang, dont wear blue or red, we like that fuckin green, papers
they hearin' me A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya Wear whatever you want, bullets
's dry 'Cause it's not really dry, they just ran out of supply I'm too fly for the clouds, too down for the green grass Better wear tinted lenses, if
niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi Used to break days smokin' coke and digi 'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby Face green
tummy Ask the click, yo, they spit metal lungies Detach wigs, kill flunkies off contact, son see Didn't Mommy tell y'all niggaz to wear clean undies?
it? I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya I'm gonna do it for ya, I'm gonna do it for ya New Ghostface Yo deep in the trenches Wig, young black green