very strange man and I thank you, Master Jack You're a very strange man and I thank you, Master Jack You're a very strange man and I thank you, Master Jack
true and innovate. Imitators, fakers, they all die [Flesh-n-Bone] Y'all simply can't all rap and it ain't no time to play. Twenty-four hours a day, that
, we'll cop a place we can bunk And meet my boy in the mornin' For details and hook-up You better count your money Ghetto cowboy Rise and shine, good
the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor, So I see myself and I know, my own Lord and master, When your
's see how your vest look, see if it fits ya Picture four hideous hustlas quick to lick the silliest bustas I played the roll and ready to fold fix bitches
ass is weak, they better chill and grab a seat And go 'head with they master plan Stevie Wonder probably see me 'fore half you rappers can You can't hang and
Known for drug dealing, stack thousands Four hundred grand in the couches, two hundred grand on the houses At any time I could move up out this And go and
little spike lee hats And then they say "black is back" For when, niggaz now only care about the rent And how to pay rent, and how they trife
want y'all to grab y'all Dutch Masters and y'all White Owls and y'all Phillies.. mmm! Get you a fat sack, a pint of Hennessey and lay back Gon' do
To dividedly running Is my specialty So test me Show inflexability Rappin and kickin simple similies At all you lazy And to the non beleiver Yes Its the one and
, never call ya master Who is that kickin up shit much faster? Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya See a black clock and my buckshots run right
, we'll cop a place we can bunk And meet my boy in the mornin' for details and hook-up You better count your money, ghetto cowboy Rise and shine, good
I'ma tell you what the fuck this means From nine one four L.E.S. and Queens Two lyrical technicians that came to play Number one Smut Peddler, Eon and
nigga like the cover of a book Fuck around and get shot back of the foot Nigga, fall, stumble and look, nervous and shook Dragged in the alley and book and
go and stick up sell And end up like them with dry pistol smell I'd much rather earn mines and get mines Make up stacks and cracks and write def rhymes
by Kool Moe Dee The Cold Crush Four and the Treacherous Three Ain't give a damn about a snotty nose kid like me Houdhini, The Fat Boys and all that I
off another master plan Four days downtown, found a Chevy wit' a man's dead body Somebody shoulda known betta, dog O.G.'s on the loose and we gettin' '
of Africa and Asia And free the black man from the enslaved labor, Wu-Tang The weight of the fam is on our back and we can't fall Victim to this long
