even hungry, It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough For you to play me, it's cockamanie, You just ain't zaney enough to rock with Shady, My noodle
, when the law come get me No baby momma drama, nigga miss me, why plant seeds In a dirty bitch, waitin to trick me, not the life for me Livin carefree
and scram from the sirens Just sittin here alone doin battle with my eyelids VERSE 3: We earnt ?Clockwork Orange? style ? couple of doogs With our
sure no one sees the strings attached to them You run with the pack with the wrong intentions Hold your breath when you've lost your way Lie to me again
Is Down With Us Doughboy Is Down With Us WC Is Down With Us Crazy Goons Is Down With Us Snoop Dogg Is Down With Us Warren G Is Down With Us Ice T Is Down
to all (all) I hit Dykeman for raw (raw) Shot 5 with the students (students) rolled dice in the halls They said dude take a T-O (why) almost caught with a kilo (kilo) Principal threatened me
th to 45th (whoa) Sit on a stoop, sick with no loot (sick) On my rap shit when I had to get up with Gucc For a battle or a sypher I'm compatible to lifers
around the ring dial Blue Smurfs, hit em where it hurts, ping pow I'm p-p-past you I'll pass you, no cats could battle this battle With all that babble
we're on, my back is as big as King Kong Drink ginseng tea with Buddha While me and Muhammad (pbuh) discuss the Qur'an My words combine with air elements
hot when I drop So notes, pause another spot To do you, don't get me in a corner make me do you Don't try to be me, do you Be coo' to you and do you
got 15 hundred copies in boxes under my bed Heard what I said, buy it, shit at least try it This shit is dope as fuck don't make me pull your ears with
me like ?quickasee? The should call you emcee social studies cuz you history Mystery why punk ass kids wanna mess wit me Infecting me with deafening music
nahi ke dhashatkard hoon me Eik rhalat nazar se mujhe dekh me tujhe jala doon Ye bata doon ke mei hoon wo kala jadoon Harr eik jang ki bazi mei me tujhe
: As I sit back, relax, crack jokes for minute. I think about the up and comers that could prolly get it. I might go to jail for fucking with Hell Rell
the court - and corners hold the trial Fatal not fictitious I rock the cable 86 shit, foreign cars young with crazy bitches Mad smoke makes me able to
kitchen get fried like fritters Green sound be the best thing since a babysitter The fam formulate like Morgan-Stan-Dean-Witter Yo Mos, stop playing with me man, drop that... Sit
what you don't have So I sit back and relax, cause it makes me laugh I could just call you names and make fun of you (Hoe) But me the Lyte, I'm into
're a "Beat biter! Dope style taker! Tell you to your face you ain't nuttin but a faker!" (repeat 2X) Hit me why don't cha, hit me why don't cha?