the champion You walk down Alameda Looking at the cracks in the sidewalk Thinking about your friends How you maintain all them in A constant state of
was here? What if he was around? Would all these niggas claim to be king? Who would wear the crown? Yo, what if Pac was still thuggin'? What if he was alive? Would all
all White jury agreed Rubin Carter was falsely tried The crime was murder "One" guess who testified? Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied And the newspapers, they all
Meaningless movies on the screen behind the band that's blowing flowing shapes Half of their music is on tape My mentor and champion is busy tilting at the windows of his stately
weary land Meaningless movies On the screen behind the band that's blowing, throwing shapes Half of the music is on tape My mentor and champion Is busy tilting at the windmills of his stately
anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash box, 560 State
goodbye Those boys from Carolina They sure enough could sing But when they came on down to Texas We all showed them how to swing Now David's on the radio And old Champ
from Carolina They sure enough could sing But when they came on down to Texas We all showed them how to swing Now David's on the radio And old Champ
I don't love that hoe All I be smokin' is that bomb ass chronic And in a minute I'm feelin' the bionic See, I come back like a champ, Tyson hit hard
shuffle It's Paul Wall from the lone star state Swishahouse through the door puttin' food on my plate Boys tryin' hate 'cause they broke and lonely Boys used to be my homie but they all
broken by the wise words spoken Survive livin, driven by blood money hunger Snakes lay, waitin impatiently to steal your thunder We stay sharp, state-
like the (cannon). Don't try to compare I'm in a league of my own, If I ain't listed at the top nigga the stats is wrong. All ya data is off, ya info
here like Vin Diesel triple xing, On the count of three, I want you all to spit it One two three, can you dig it sucka Five time's the champ, more the
here like Vin Diesel triple x-ing, On the count of three, I want you all to spit it, One, two, three Can You Dig It Sucka! Five time's the champ,
action Channel 2 support the best rap on the nba basketball court Champion when I rap large, cats with champion thoughts get thinner No minks displayed, y'all
, baby jammin' on this Swishahouse I'm Paul Wall the peoples champ, the trunk popper I'm something like a chick magnet catching all the boppers We used