Lyrics:
In The Palm Of His Hand

day What was written on the back of his hand You once said it out loud you won't say it again What was written on the back of his hand You once said

raise another n-ggas child He don't like his mama's boyfriend Just like me don't wanna do the wrong thing That's very un Spike Lee but he be like he go round his

finesse for the hoo ride I rather take a mark off smooth 'Cause the skill of a hustler is to stick and move And make you say, "Damn, what's his name

I want to get right with God Yes, you know you got to get right with God I would burn the soles of my feet Burn the palms of both my hands If I could

George stealin' chickens from my farm Damn, Another dead pigeon If your mafiosos then I'm bringin' on Haitian Sicilians Nobody's shootin', my body's made of hand

spinning, so lately I've been thinking Verse One: Common Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted Palms

up off the floor He said, ?I'm wealthy enough not to do this no more? And he made it all known With his hand held up, palm out And she said, "Don't

m like Bumblebee, firin' in his head Hittin' your ligaments, nigga believe you're dead Pullin' the trigger, causin' smoke, I'm right here Nah, nigga I don't know Shakin' his body I steal his

When you start your journey, you go and meet your driver You shake his hand, and hope he's feeling well The things to come may be somewhat unfamiliar