' my bitch They wonder if I switched since I signed my deal I'm legit, I'm deep up in this game for real The bars of steel, I got the black gate Twin
boy who can do what I do boy I'm a star, Boy, I told you boy, I'm a Soldier boy, I'm DeShaun, Holten in this bitch, I'm the Proof boy your a fraud, I
grass And the many fields that I have left behind And I like to think that where I've been I can always go again And find the gate open to me anytime
fucked up, I spray comments, nigga what?! (Nigga what, it's the Curriculum!) [Canibus] Yo, e'rything is e'rything my nigga I ain't bitter, but if I gave
pussy, mind that take mine I feel you, form on 'em, yeah I ain't sharping nothing I put it in they mouth, I have a nigga kiss the nine I be mellow, next
A non B Boy nigga couldn't rhyme to the drum When I started MC'ing, I entered the gates of pleasure Not knowing, I becoming with too much to measure
a new rhyme hustle Still bust you, fuck you, head bust you, respect my muscle Like a mean hooker, I'm not gonna tussle, I'll cut you And that goes for
I used to dream, I used to dream, oh whoa About the money and the cars and girls and the girls But now I sing, now I sing, oh whoa Because I'm sitting
nigga better have that alibi You never know it might just be your time to that ride Tto them pearly white gates watch that suicide [Vado] Who am I? nudy
have our day, you know? I seen him I seen him, I seen him at the pearly gates, yaknahmean? We keep it, keep it, keep it going from there Uhh, I dream
I knew that my money is long I fell in love and fell out I thought of drown, I thought the crown Do not forget who I am (yea!) From where I came and I
Nobody sells records but Shyne Po My life had it's ups and downs, but I don't regret nothin' I had the whole tri-state high, nigga, I ain't frontin' At Fifteen I
ICP This is my jam, I'm on a psychedelic Motherfucking, inter-galactic void G Aw, shit Well, they let the gate up so I bail It's been six months pick
candle wax is gettin' lit I'm solo now, and still money I have to fuckin' split Business ain't straight in glamour world, fuckin' hell gate All these things I
It's the graveyard chamber I be the bush wick dutch master rapper I love black women and I hate fuckin' crackers, check me yo My breath stink 'cause
record the pain I cut like the Wu-Tang sword hittin' the brain The main issue for invasion of your brain tissue Is your dismissal, nigga I reign official I
me my tech I Got 'em soon as I spot 'em I'm dumpin' Gots to treat these bitch ass niggas like they stole something I see a joint in your clutch, you
fuck I play it real as it fuckin' go I ain't no hoe I spin the bin lettin' bullets flow Now can you coke with the gate like scope, nope I ain't no joke
