m holding my AK Handling bidness, digging ditches everyday hey I'm a gangsta, pussy niggaz better stay up out my way I'ma be checking niggaz, till I'm old
Animal blue shit, my scramblers move with A kingley, getting blunted to nine hundred Floating through the town on some old -- Coming through the town on some old
not know who they deal wit Chef Banks, uh-huh, slash Banky Got the whole world callin Flex tryin to transtate me Said New Jack City 2, Banky B. Nino,
still on that same old shit Ha Ha Okay Let's get it Uh Your now tuned in to the streets Such a regular broadcast had just been canceled Trae Tha Truth King
[Intro] [Crowd chants "Bun B!" for first 10 seconds] [Verse 1 - Bun B] I do this shit for Pimp C bitch (bitch), so what the fuck is up? (up) Step roll
time to lay it dine Cause we do it for Cause we do it for Cause we do it for h-town [Verse 3: Trae] King of the streets no days no sleep Paint wet as
i rhyme quick Thats the reason these groupies is on my dick Listen young and old these hoes is loose Wintertimes the staircase summertimes the roof Gimme 8 days
Flow just borin', the spit just corny. What happened to old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers
of creation [AYREON:] what have I done [VILLAGERS:] you've betrayed your own, now you have to pay it has been foretold in days of old 'n evil soul will
're gonna have a sweet and silly temper, baby Baby, and you won't speak to me for days at a time Oh baby, I know you're gettin' old And your little temper B
I say, "Praise the Lord" If I ain't breakin' up your coos, cats, we're singin' the blues Strummin' and pickin' like I'm B. B. King It's Abdul Baqi now
it's gone to far Cause you know it don't matter anyway You can rely on the old mans money, you can rely on the old mans money It's a b**** girl and
it trill down here baby Already, that boy Keke the Don, Mike Jones And Bun B, we gon show you how we do it baby [Bun B] Well I'm an underground king
Queen's yea yea yea, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Q-B-O-R-O nigga Yo, from the days of encore Niggers hung around
I'm givin' you the truth clearly who I really be It's an audio version of reality TV I had deals from Russell Simmonds to Master P Even five year old
s, girl chase on Kurtis Blow listed the breaks on Flavor Flav, Public Enemy clocks, boombox EPMD made us proud that we was from the Boondocks Before Boob or Steady B
early days of radio) [Will Smith] Ha ha, unh, yeah yeah Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Jazzy Jeff, Fresh Prince and uh Little taste of the old school