few backwoods Show you that this ghetto livin shit all good [CHORUS] [Tek] Y'all smoke weed over there? [E.K.R.] All night, feel me Sottsch d'Augering gseh [Tek] Y'all
N Medallion(Dam) Real Bomb Bitch Wita Ass Lika Stallion (Whoo) Its A Dream Its A Dream Its All A Dream (Yeeea) I Get Some Coke Get Some Pistols N Build
in the barroom night Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
you know it well So I just call myself the U.S. Male That's M-A-L-E, son. That's me! Now I said all that to say all this I've been watchin' the way You
you gon' suffer from blue balls Tone's a karate champ, shottie champ You period niggas be spotting with bad cramps Intestines looking like chitlings All
girl head-noddin leavin marks on my Swollen Member I remember them days when the Stat was my home Now we hop state to state, flyin in and out of zones
start happenin, y'all'll start scatterin Skatin across the bridges in the, county of Madison I'm down for the get down, cause y'all ain't gon' spit rounds
bury me wit Valow on [They come to me, and understand, just let me get mines first. Then after I get mines, y'all can do what y'all wanna do. Fuck
it all in Hear girls callin, all night Hear girls callin (You know) dem want it all in Hear girls callin, all night [Verse 1: Elephant Man] Mi mek she
they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stashbox, 560 State
off I said I'm like Skywalker, when I use the force Got a broad on my side when I cruise my porsche Cross state line, all drapped in shine I make minds
Beats are left broken by the wise words spoken Survive livin, driven by blood money hunger Snakes lay, waitin impatiently to steal your thunder We stay sharp, state
love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stashbox, 560 State
's mine, it's mine Whose world is this? I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til I'm charged Then writin in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
one-six-ooh We got Tical, pow! Raekwon the Chef, Tical! It's about to go on, Tical! You make the call, I make the call! It's all for all Method Man,
me their money Ma I knocked the men down I did what I did well it come easily Restraint and mercy Ma were always strangers to me I fought champion
And they left breast (yes!) Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion Cops couldn't page em, flow so amazing, hot like cajun You fucking wit the champ Pop corks on champ
through the ghetto locations y'all remain P.L.O., slam cats like Bam Bam, Bigolo Throw a flow like Nomo relate like Fidel Castro I be the great all pro
