battle, I'll beat ya I'm a beast, I'm a preacher, I'm the son of miss cita Mom dukes, my jeter, she the reason, she the reason Everybody woman wanna beat
feat. Seff the Gaffla) It's the dank season for nineteen ninety four Seff the Gaffla and Rappin' 4, yo Everybody's smokin' chronic fuck the reason It
me down Took a pull off a Newport and passed it back Nuts hang like I had an elastic sack Spastic blaps of our kind of plastic claps Wanna know the reason
a pull of a new port and passed it back Nuts hang like a had an elastic sack Splash the gats if I find a classic clapse Wanna know the reason why white
with air, then let it out I give it all, now there?s a reason why I sing, So give it all, and it's these reasons that belong to me Rock bottoms where
surface, fill my lungs with air, then let it out I give it all, this is the reason why I sing, So give it all, 'cause it's these reasons that belong
, so now my sh** is gone But me and this cadillac, we got a mind of our own Wood grain, hill daddy tight Ready to stomp the gas when I see a flashin' blue light The reason
and I listen I can hear the ghetto bird but it ain't knowing my position Continuing on my mission I'm hopping yard to yard Crawling bush to bush Hiding
me be chasin after cops And they don't stop at my block after the Diallo shootin Soldiers in waitin, marksmen recruitin Salutin, thug confederates, rhyme and reason
, who knew it came in bails? Who knew it came with jail, who knew it came with prison? Just 'cause you got an opinion does that make you a politician? Bush
more, i just want to be free. Free, they said they knew there was a problem with the levees, and they did nothing, nothing. Clinton approved da money, and Bush
a bad mother shut yo mouth, aint no limit to what i earn, if it aint money why should i be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons
let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream No Auto-tune unless I'm tunning out the burrough Flying through ya borough, (Red) Camaro I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush
can meet Mrs. Badder Bitch She the reason why you gone on some magic shit One difference between y'all is she like to stay trim She got rid of the Bush
happening every day y'all (right now) Everyday (right now) Right now (good mornin', Vietnam!) Listen Brooklyn wins again It's the Stuy, it's the Bush,
Cuba Gooding I go to the place in the hood that the shooter shouldn't We do the casing, you do the bookin' Like the police Speaking of them We the reason
option Tell your friends "Peace, look, I'm bouncin'" [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Ghostface Killah)] Tush, tush, tush Wanna slide in the bush, bush, bush? (