but there's no time for slow trains Another show to do, I gotta catch my crew They left last night in the bus around two The plane's a small one, no
and me Fighting about something that really don't matter How come we can never just talk? You've always gotta make something bigger When something so small
engine called perseverance, with insurance called faith And the drive to make it, you'll reach a place called success Can you hear me? Dat one yah a
yo' friends you pretend but you know that its a lie, Thats what them girls like (x4) i cant jus pick up one, they all wanna have some fun, petite, small
Le do lo le lo le Lucky you were born that far away so We could both make fun of distance Lucky that I love a foreign land for The lucky fact of your
the games Ma, let's go in the back Matter fact, turn your ass round, back a nigga down And I ain't bias when I'm riding through the town Like 'em small
everything I say So go, go if you must Remember one thing as you walk away I, I could have been you, you could have been me One small change that shapes
everything I say So go, go if you must Remember one thing as you walk away I, I could've been you You could've been me One small change that shapes
Doing what they want to And it's small town talk, it's a well known fact You don't ever know how one might react
, neighbor-dick dope man 7-1-8's, 2-0-2's, I send small cities and states I-O-U's 9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5, I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside
view 'cause you held no punches Still I left you for months on end It's been months since I checked back in Well, somewhere in a small town, somewhere
down the street from Jerry's Bait Shop You know the place Well anyway, Back then life was going swell And everything was just peachy! Except of course for the undeniable fact
fire back? (We take all crabs overboard) [Chorus: Raekwon] Put down the gun son, son matter of fact, shoot the one on one Hold it down, make sure the
000 fiends Everytime a n-gga wanna try and turn a profit Folks rush in, 3 letters try and stop it F-B-I-R-S-D-E-A (FBI, IRS, DEA) One letter short but
fell! But every now and again, one or two Kreplach's manage to escape... But NEVER to Cleveland! [Audience Member:] YES! [Audeince Member:] Not True! What!? There we have one Kreplach. Who one
, Coming at you live, ita??s your boy big Snoop Dogg Got my nephew Soulja Boy in this mothafucker We need you to move like pronto, like expeditiously, matter fact
ass raw, breakin' all the rules like glass jaws Nigga, you got to get mine to get yours Fucka, we don't need no rap tour I'd rather kick the facts and
Kotter to the night marauder Pull out my gat, you'll be like, like Godfather I hang small, but when I'm hard I'm gigantic In fact, my big-ass dick sunk
