'll send it in the, via independent fucker with the mic grill I'm highest pimpin', pull the trigger back In a submarine with sub machine loaded In an ocean, high
[Kids Rapping] I'm freestyling, for me, myself and I I write them on the paper til it gets sky high I say goodbye, to all the bad things I've done I start
blood, your choice, the slugs You do dirt in the rain, than your name is mud Major love to thugs in the back of the clubs Strapped for what? TO avoid
From old earth to new earth Manhattan to turf For what it's worth my mum held me down one deep Pops was absentee but minds you don't sleep It took her
a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano man Now some of these folks wore expensive frocks Some of them had on bobbie socks Everybody was nice and high
you been spillin' beans Birds from da Philippines One serve judge tellin' you he sick of me I ain't finnin' go back for nar a nigga naw One phone call
Crack for the money you know how we play We flip that C R A C K Crack for the money you know how we play We flip that C R A C K Crack for the money you
piano] Oh, one more thing. one of the more important aspects of public folk singing is audience participation, and this happens to be a good song for
a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano man Some of the chicks wore expensive frocks Some of them had on bobbie socks But everybody was nice and high
and I Cuz where I'm from the sun don't shine So one time hope I only bust one rhyme But I bust one more for the suckers Last year I was Ruthless, now
own risk, sucker Sup? It's at your own risk Aiyyo, E-Swift, bust the break Verse three is another one for those to remember King Tee is the champ, smashin? all contenders For
song for like 3 months and never never even played it for anybody, never even demoed it. And uh, then one time I was just goofing around and played it for
Black Thought to my Roots than most niggaz got in their pigment It's the baby-faced lieutenant with the Luck like Luciano Hardcore like Kool G Rap music made for concert piano
t make a difference Beneath the glamor there was always gonna be Amateur dramatics, a lot of bad behavior I would see glasses on the table One, two,
be counted with the children of the Lord Move up a little closer climb high up the mountain Move up a little closer to the kingdom of the Lord [ piano
[Dr. Dre] One, two, three, kick it [The D.O.C.] Aiyyo Dre, what's goin on man? What's goin on? Ay what ch'all gonna do for this last record? Nah tell
pokin? round the truck for the cake And we all stood there high as a kite, and he found it alright And don?t y?all make light of the number one dope dog
fucka, who would figure Yo sista pass the liquer Or pass me the Swisha and roll up a fat one I'm still high off the last one These rap bitches do
