really feeling like this was my night I dipped to one side and then to another Ahh, I see Dina, ooh, my brother I made a quick to dash to put my hands
might have to blast ya Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one time? And unwind and chill, with Cypress Hill Huh, I go on with my bad self I?m the four pound
man, disgraced the race of a atheist Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse In my
4-5 high make me not give a fuck [Chorus] [Lloyd Banks] But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks and make my cash stretch longer than giraff necks poverty will make
a crime unless they catch you We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) But as long as I'm here, I'm gonna grab checks And make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks Poverty will make
your body? I'm feelin' the hot candle wax Drippin' down the small of my back Tie me up tie me down Make me moan real loud Take off my clothes No one
in our doing Trying to make our bodies one We fall prey to moon dreams Till awaken by the morning sun Still disorientated I feel something warm on my
's made of satin with one of my money makin honies, she's mixed Spanish and Latin She's a fly type of swinger Twenty carats on her fingers, minks on every coat hanger
of my life 'Coz all I see is a hot thing and you're my hot thing And you're my hot thing and you're my hot thing Word, you keep my dark sky lit up at
like Never disrespect a nigga grippin' the tec, it's my shit Put the flow in affect with my clique Go to the death, flow the best, my spit - I'm sick, it's my
my people in the front jam on it To all my people on the side jam on it So jam on it, say what? The sweet old beats my speech radiates I grab the mic my voice
spine, bitch Stop cryin bitch, before I hit ya wit the iron, bitch You can't rhyme bitch, the one triple nine's mine bitch The pain'll make ya voice change
her-on rock smells make the cops tail My third eye is my rail, on this L of thought With Afrocentric stamps I'm mailin' thoughts To my Gods held in court
come here to motivate! "To be heard" means to say something of value. So I make this my Life, My liberty, And everday, my pursuit. What about you? Drama
go I just yelled Geronimo and jumped out the window Just my luck we were in a snow storm And all I had was my underwear on to keep my warm And to top
down for the crown [Scoob] Let the place.. rock.. that ill shit [Big] One two.. one two.. one two.. [Scoob] Brooklyn.. JFK, all my niggaz, Richie, Matt
m a be the big wheel Watch it Slim, hey Dad, place yo bet on seven Peace to one-oh-six, one-oh-eight, one-to-the-hundred-eleventh Hey Biggie, I understand