Just too much on my mind Too much on my mind, just too much on my mind (repeat 2x) [dinco d] Got up this morning (too much) Still sleepy and yawning (too much) My
Monday Them Space jams thats Tuesday That Spike Lee's on Wednesday 23 in my Benz eh You know I love them 6?s especially on my bitches 13?s and them spandex on
stress Felt the hate on my chest as I placed on my vest What's wrong with the brakes in the LX? Ran straight into a lightpole, just before I got my life
on comin lemme exchange da currency coz its so foreign i got dat arab money (money) makin upto 5 kind your minds on the money, diamond mine still runnin
Rhymes] Too much hair on your chocha [P. Did] Shave it off [Rhymes] Come on, jump smack your ass and break it off [P. Did] And if it's too hot for y'all
} Waah oooooooooooo oh!! [P. Did] Girl you need to shake it off [Rhymes] Too much hair on your chocha [P. Did] Shave it off [Rhymes] Come on, jump smack
deny my method As my record rotates,my words get more impressive I'm an M.C., Evil's my Dj on Sire Records not M.C.A. C.B.S.,Capitol,cause they move too
the shit like this The card after the ace is deuce So cut the nigga loose on the 3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme
you understand us Y'all ain't see us comin' through Vegas You ever seen so much cham' bust in one night Grand fucked up one fight I was on the Peter
love the bling bling flow Bang bang look at the way my chain glow The ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh The fuck am I busting my brain
rough, we callin' your bluff And when it comes to rhymes (Brick city) Yo, don't scandalize mine I spent too much time Straight talk with the catch to etch my
and it don't stop to the beat, baby Bitches on my mind I can't hold back, now's the time All you loud-mouth bitches talk too much And you dick teasin
the bling bling flow bang bang look at the way my chain glow the ring on my fing' cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh the f-ck am I busting my brain for
got About how there's one in every neighborhood Strangers feel like they're tourin blocks You know it ain't too hard to tell That every member of my street team ain't too
cry Held it all inside Reality was too much to take so I Kept my mind fried Slept for most of mine Soon as I closed my eyes Then I woke up behind Thinking
test that, too much infinite to get at Face the fields Swollen Members got the iller drills And if you wit the rhyme steel Bust the revealings in
