hands So he went about his business and devised a plan Made a CD and then he hit the block Fifty thousand sold, seven dollars a pop Hold the phone, three
man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid One, two, three, the crew
Funky, alright One time for your mind, two times for Mumia's saint crew Three times for my Brooklyn dimes, seven times for pleasure I don't trip, I don
road Some lies open, some lies close Some stretchers role with no lies at all Some riders don't know what they riding for Hands on the wheel and their
I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs Give one to Rae', let's season they broth Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneeder, Sheeba for hiva
bricks of bread sellin' mad dimes His feet hurt, networkin' he get no work Yo smack him where his hand hurt, fuck what he worth Yo he sucked his thumb, smooth for
Was it in a dream? When an angel closed my eyes and I saw) [Daddy Rose] Holy scriptures, the state's prosecutors study Leonardo's pictures All fraud
let her break you Money make the world go 'round and the girls go down And even paralyzed niggas gonna feel me now For you nerds that study my words,
a spook But you the one that voted for Duke, motherfucker White man, is somethin' I tried to study But I got my hands bloody, yeah They said, I could
than one dimension To starving for attention hating convention, hating pretension Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad To riding your bike midday past the three
the rate of it's standard Or decreased at three quarters of it's speed May be a determining factor in heightening consciousness Studies show that when
the Tenderloin Then I painted a three-foot slab of pine here lies poor Bill MacKie And I hung it up on my cabin wall and waited for Bill to die Years
of your buildinscreamin "Puffy is good, (hey!) but Slim Shady is for the children!" (wait!) I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it Give me two micsI write songs for
chill and wait out front for me Who do you know that rides for the coast With a new breed and style of rap like me? I had the patience to study the game Dr. Dre made two chronics and this is chronic three
taught not to say who shot ya See the flash, you heard the shot, you feel the burnin', I got ya Say a prayer for me if you care for me 'cuz I'm on the
' like the vapors from the dank Fuck the mirror in my pocket, had to break it for a shank What you thank? Walk the plank Is my motherfuckin' attitude Right hand
suit of clothes for a very special day A brand new suit of clothes for a very special day A brand new suit of clothes for a very special day A very
and what you do For real, niggas bring it to you and your whole crew Bring in, baby, you ready? I got stock in this game Got a bad reputation for bringin
