time There aren't any Mexicans here {hangs up phone} [Sir Crown] Ey holmes throw on some fuckin oldies ese [Lil' Rob] Orale let me trip on this 45 then
have all this blood on my hands Blood on my clothes blood on my shoes Im on the 10 o clock news for steady Murdering crews and there point of views Im
me time to think yeah, I did my fuckin' prison thing Came out still on point, like the RZA rings I'm from Compton but my inkpen live in Queens Rep the
I made queen of the town I got e'm paying more For jst another whore Here I come U.S.A Your next champ's On his way For men will always be men Thr
ain't no yellow brick road you hear the shots echo Sneakers hanging from a telephone poll In my ghetto there aint no rainbow or pots o gold But there
' and rollin' and generally havin' a ball For the price of a drink there was no time To think about the morality of it all There was freaks and queens
though was really hard because Andy really fought. On our field trips we would go to Coney Island to try out some of Andy's theories on cutting-edge
He can hear me from here And sometimes He gives me a little relief When I'm down here on my knees But there's no redemption on judgment day For people
cap on Batman whip that I got off a rap song Im the fan with the illegal strap on Teflon n a wife beater n black on Its on! [50 Cent talking..]
about lately? then ha-ha-ha-ha-ha'd Right up in her face, G There's more fish in the sea, I'm on my mission to be, be The Coolest niggah... what
flying on Pegasus, you flying on a pheasant Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flower Spit hot fire like Dylan on Chappelle skit Yea, smell it on
them kicking down onto the front And the cars dodged the water that was flooding on by And I just stood there, an orphan fool I saw kids smoking chain on
What the fuck poppin' man This the Drama King man Yo who there, who dat, who there man? (Yeah, yeah, it's 50 Cent nigga) Muthafucka, uh, Harlem to Queens
jeans on, and lint in there pockets, so a Mirror, Mirror on the wall, before this rap shit Who was the flyest rapper of all? There was a rumble tumble
was a house on the mountain we could play like the king and queen Never wanted the world on my shoulders Never wanted this brutal awakening This brutal awakening On
a fool to neglect you I'd do whatever it takes to protect you If you ever need me call and I'll be there in a sec., boo When I was flat on my ass you
I'm taking you back I'm taking you back Here's another one Uh, yeah, I remember being on that nigga's shit, hard Back in the days in the projects Chasing
we pass 'em all by, and you can look in our eyes, and see no signs of light. Hang 'em high on the street lights tonight, and there's no losing the fight