all the shit them rich wack rappers got (then the ultimatum was read) Like every MC woke up with a thouroughbred horsehead in they bed In other words, teflon tops
triple murder by the Feds So I'ma get me a brick, break it down to all O's Sell 'em for six, to let my cliental roll Buy four more ki's sell two, and
it's best that we split up Take what we can at 10:35, get up (Marlon Brando) Twenty degrees five minutes, me and Dubez under siege With ten minutes tops
scorin', I'ma bring it on home Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like four
No you'll not now or no other day Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache? And inside it the people made of molasses That every other day buy
don't choke on the mic I choke a bitch out and my gwap ain't correct Then with my giant hancock, I'll get the cheque I love trucks but drop-tops is
stop me now No matter how hard you try, you can't stop me now The greatest B-Boy of all time, started from small crimes While others had big tops I was
they gave me mad problems you wont amount to nothing Well look at me now I did amount to something The rap name in vain just like a four four No matter
G. And rep it for Big Pun and do it for Big L And since I got a big truck you know I live well On the remix, other stations I can't agree with I been
(feat. Scarface, Treach) [Verse 1: Scarface] Now flip with a nigga, as we dip through the Dirty Four-tops, spin out and bent up to thirty I only ride
day Similiar to Good Times, I guess that I was Jay Jay A skinny nigga, young girls with penny figures So many niggaz, stacked upon each other It's the black upon each other
like the way that the money's drippin Up off the lips, word hustler World wide, all the way to Cali Clear to the other side (other side) Daddies havin
why the cops keep circlin' Niggas murderin' I ain't never saw 'em before Tonight we twurkin' 'em Niggas wearin' masks like glasses Niggas got on tank tops
I thought was gold was only gold-plated Thinking of all the other ones I coulda just left and up and dated Singled after four years Starting over never
Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks Other niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block You dig me - movin in tops
cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that'