close with me) Let me hit it one more time (toss it up, comin close with me) We'll make it a double (we'll make it a double) We'll stay out of trouble
talkin', you a dead man walking Stomp a nigga ass out, in these number 4 Jordans Got a scope on the barrell that's a hammer with a camera Hollow tips nigga, tip a
-blocka, oh The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows Everything a hood brother think he needs, yo You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's road map And
blocka-blocka -- OH The glow, the 'dro, the dough for shows Everything a hood brother thing he needs -- YO You'll find a goal in a ghetto superstar's
get my stamps Watch and make sure no one snatches my check", nigga That's the mailman sort through the mail and put it up in a me pocket So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a
check out the A, check out the Y, Z Original rap, I'm makin it slap, I'm hemmin it up like that Stingin it, strikin it, swingin it fat, * DJ reverse * bring it
and I'm willing like a villian I be killing Coke is it but tonight I got the feeling Cause it's about time for a real mack to step up Pimping ain't a
move in the other direction Choose your weapon and make a selection Cause nigga we runnin' you outta your section Ain't no question who it be, little Layzie Bone
cause what comes around goes around I always look out and help a brother when he's down And out, like a boyscout Brothers always shout, "Good lookin' out, Show" Yeah, without a
But Shaq's a smooth balla (Yeah, but what about rhymin'?) I can hold my own, knick-knack shaq-attack, give a dog a bone Rhymin' is like hoopin', I'm already a
, I'm a fingerless glove For a pilot, I'm a 'Ghani with a beard and a trenchcoat Chillin first class, steady sippin on a coke To a paranoid cop, I'm a
it up then you have to us a ladder Now Im sittin in the sky yea kinda like a building be Gotta keep them honeys paint job like a bumblebee Put it on the
m Phantom of the Opera Check it, the mic is my crystal ball And when I'm on it, I'm open like a pore Yo, you say you got gats, bust 'em where it's at
banana clips like groceries With a presence that make 'em don't wanna get 'em close to me Talk about we suppose to be brothers Don't make me laugh, motherfucka
ain't nobody's bitch, a bitch is a Soul Train done lost they soul Just call it train 'cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost
tang man, word Brothers with a mic make a true slang thin, yeah Brother with a gun make the loot change hands, word That's how it is You could ask RZ-
, son Let's get it on My vest is on Protectin' home, it's only Flesh-N-Bone [Flesh] Think I'm a murder, light up a spliff Better think of sophisticated
well, join us Trust me And ever since I was a youngsta thugsta puttin' it down Always hustlin' to make a way Nigga put up with the phases, made it Went
