Lyrics:
Dead Ones The Little Man Great Plan

the time I used to puff dimes And think the law was cold Back then when my mom played my father?s role Now I?m a man runnin' with a gun in the vest It

great physique And Lord knows he ain't got the smarts Oh but look at that soul I tell you the whole Is a whole lot greater than The sum of his parts And

a hundred dollar bill wow man that's great Get promoted at your job up to management Plot a long time finally a plan has made it Time I feel I wanna shout, man

a hundred dollar bill wow man that's great Get promoted at your job up to management Plot a long time finally a plan has made it Time I feel I wanna shout, man

And why don't you now know what your name was then Where was your history? How did a man wipe out your history? How did the man what did the man do to

I trial from a rival competition that I love to see Playas just supportin' me, bringin' out the best in me And when the real ones hear me shout, man we plan