dedicates it To a century of fakers They took your mold and they burned it on the fire In history today Yeah, the author dedicates it To a century of
this mash. Blowin much weed as we watch you bleed. nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese. Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep. Fuckin with
mankind The worst kind of them all Modern times' ignorance, the world disease Appeal to death of every man A living hate smoldering abyss Nurtured through centuries
to trap! 100 grand worth of cap And I pray that my phone ain't tapped! Nigga buy for the smell of it Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the
: Gucci made money that's what you call money mall money small money you ain't got no money Black cars stupid walk white folk's money 6 day work week
got me really confused out there I make "Big Pimpin" or "Give It 2 Me", one of those... Ya'll hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st Century I make
the greatest emcees ever Slick Rick; I love you brother (Hosea 4, Verse 6) I'm out, G-Sciples Good night! (Read Hosea 4, Verse 6) G-Sciples (Read Hosea 4, Verse 6
Prozak] Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
records till the turn of the century Repeat 1 You got a 5 and I got a 6 Back it up What's wrong with this picture nigga Pack it up I need a 6 figga
keep puttin' out records till the turn of the century Repeat 1 Uh uh, hold up, wait, hold up, wait a minute [Lil' Kim] You got a 5 and I got a 6 Back
Christmas So put a gerbil on your Christmas list The Hellenistic Era, Alexander the Great Conquers all the way to India leavin four successor states By the Fifth century
a liar That's like your favorite rap star claiming he gon' retire When you mention me, not about penitentiary Wins and rhyme skills, both twenty second century
last Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese Now you cant do shit cause your 6
got more data than '88 We used to make crazy cake, flipping weight Gotta get in and out before it be too late I don't want to be 6 feet under So I pack
Repeat) [Verse 2: ~Prozak~] Schizophrenic thoughts spin around my mind sorta like rotisserie Spittin this wicked ministry to the beat of this rebeck's symphony, with a sin for me Separated by 6 degrees of greed for centuries
Y'all niggaz got me really confused out there I make 'Big Pimpin'' or 'Give It To Me' one of those Y'all hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st century
know about where the nigga be hearin' This house of Scarecrow make headin' to make it back home in the 21st century We niggas keep letchin' the duration The Three 6
