ease Just imagine a crowd screamin', a girl dreamin' Just to get a picture of me an' my B O Y Z From the H double O D, N.W.A., down with me Strong an
round with a punctual goal until you're A.G.A.D. that's known as a blow I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin
I'm sorry you've made a mistake I'm gonna teach you the right way and the proper way to spell New York. Here it comes A knife a fork a bottle and a cork that
clutching my pen like Mae Weather Touching her chin, she stunting, going up in her friend Tell the label give me something to spin and every light got a price You want a
Hey Romeo That's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it, uh-huh uh-huh. That's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, we like it That's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it
from a clown [Havoc] Ay yo, likewise See a nigga that I can't trust is a nigga I despise Then I, reply with a cold shoulder You ain't a gat holder, you
, work it out Work it out, w-work it out Work w-w-w-w-w-w-work it out [x4] You, on my mind All the time Like my fro (work work it out) And girl, I love
something for ya (GUNSHOT) C'mon i got something for ya (GUNSHOT) C'mon i got something for ya (GUNSHOT) C'mon i got something for ya [Verse 2: Akon
Ain't nobody scoring on me when I'm up in the zone (N-Tyce) Got a squeaky voice but I rhyme bold Lyrically you can't see me like a blind fold I design
I play for the win I'm a fly jawn So [hot] its a sin (x2) Its a sin Its a sin Its a sin (Shakin my ass to the beat like this) My coose they goose
with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing
a while now Giving you the time to get your wack-ass style down You punks pop junk as if life is a fantasy Knowing that hard is something you can't be
STEPH You heard Biggy said,so you know i got that Nine I pull that triger everytime i go mad I dont care bout popos i know how to act Cock that,aim that,pop that
talking I'm here for my close up Shoot something shocking And my piano is rotting It's Rotten/rotting d o w n o o o n me! [scat/piano outro]
way to spell New York. Well go ahead John. A knife a fork a bottle and a cork that's the way we spell New York Jim. You see I'm a dynamite.
bunch'a shorties on the the corner, pocket full'a 8ball &you never really see one of my niggas until they cake long aye what'chu mean man? something like
) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Harry: Jesus, that was terrific! I've never experienced anything quite like that in a theater before! how