) If lyrics sold then truth be told I'll probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense Next best thing I do
say if you don't unionize Then you'll probably die I hate callin' niggas, niggas So I'ma take it backwards But I got now love for Whithey I love callin
still, right? Of course, come on, man, what's the matter wit you, man? Ain't nothing, I just want us to be on [Chorus: Method Man] Tell a friend, it'
you rockers When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my blockers I move swift, I needs no lift I don't have to riff because I shift the gift and now my name
let the block block they mind if they could see what I see Get out the city for a sec, be at the places I be Hey, I'ma be back on the deck Opening business
I'm out here in Milan I need you to come get wit' me aight? Yeah, I got somethin', I need you to do Call up the rest of the crew, I'll see you there
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks, Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block, And I Wish my brother woulda made bail, So I won
I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I'm on the block and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I won't
be all fucked up No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities I'll have to Norman Bate ya, I love
school, new school, need to learn though I burn baby burn like disco inferno Is it really possible I'm this hot? LL Cool J, still on top? 24 years, I ain't forget the block You
me, but still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch I
hope I wish the way I was living could stop, serving rocks Knowing the cops is hot when I?m on the block, and I Wish my brother woulda made bail So I
You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you Daddy it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you Daddy it's what ever you wanna do
even say his name on the phone But you can get money with him Then leave him alone Or you'll be inside the new cuffs Plus a news rush Said some more
to front I'll put any gun to you what type you want? Supply any drug for you what high you want? Bag any chick for you nicer slut Yeah, I push hot fees
that Nigga we stay strapped You take another step and I'll move you eight back For the money I mean mug You hog and I'll hold a grudge I'll meet you
and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my A-K I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mutha-fucka I'll Hit 'Em Up I'm from N E