when I split my rap competition like atoms, like fission bomb squads try to take position but I refuse to be the fuse, so it proves to be a dead mission
I split my rap competition like atoms, like fission bomb squads try to take position but I refuse to be the fuse, so it proves to be a dead mission listen
The world is yours, but it can be mine and his Bust you out the frame, I don't give a fuck who it is Number one mission, opposition Get thrown sent home
was born and raised, in the ghetto Listen to me, and just lay up [Raekwon:] Park Hill Projects, one eight pound Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo
to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view
doubt to the anguish there is one step Tied with disgusts as you pass by You reject me, I threat Threats without backing in this case My dear one, show
: [One.Be.Lo] Yo, you know my fame (who?), you know my title (what?) Every rhyme I kick get it started like a motorcycle Harley Davidson -- every time
I don't belong (2x) Please be still Not for real (2x) Where I'm from There's something wrong Something wrong I don't belong Please be still
flicks When they shake they hips sick wit them chain and whips it gets Even worse, truth hurts, don?t be mad at me, I ain?t the one getting paid enhancing
the same as I do, can I have this dance I love the way you look in those J.Lo type pants It's time to find some romance and your the one I want (whaa
m going out like Lorenz Tate See I ain't gon be stupid I'm gon take all y'all to the shift I should be able to say what I want What the fuck I plead the
your boyfirend, I just wanna be your toy friend your other other man not not your lo-lo-lover man, undercover man how many rubber man's would it take for you lil mama to be
Rage + (Snoop)] Holy mackeral Batman! I think these clowns need to back down Let's be the Gap Band and drop the bomb on 'em and make 'em SCAT man (When
me and tax me Got me feelin' uncomfortable like my Maxi People tend to ask me, Yo Yo is your shit ??? Smooth like a baby's ass, the kinda funk that make Lo-Lo
Hammer like Sledge that be Sister All and together now, follow me, the Mista Meth Candyman, farewell to the flesh Death come, in the scripture, two-thousand one
Method] Things'll never be the same, after this one Ghostrider spit flame, lay back and twist one Recognize the Gods came, for one accord For one mind and one
So, yo, bombin We Usually Take All Niggaz Garments Save ya breath before I bomb it [Verse Two: Method Man] I be that insane nigga from the psycho
