got my heart babe but my music's got my soul Let me play it one more time, I'll tell the truth and make it rhyme And hope they understand me Now I lay me
to dedicate a song Out to my main homie, Mike D Alright, lets kick it Ready, go Get on the mic Get get on the mic Just get on the mic Get on the mic
knowing I'm really going And feeling I'm showing that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases So fierce bitches they be calling me
she can get it she can get it (she can get it) she can get it (she can get it) she can get it Hell yeah, she can get it she can get it (she can get it
wear a cape, or perform at a sideshow Let me hit the 40 cause my throat is kinda dry yo When I'm on stage it's like a broadway play King tee and mc breeze
uncut, got niggas pops hurt You ran off Broadway, I get top work Minority report, you don't know what you got murk, that's why.. [Chorus: Benzino] Everybody wanna call
from Tower Records? What's that, let me see that bag Get the fuck off, get the fuck off it Come here man, what the fuck I...(banging) Like that nigga, give me
- it's time for a change! and it comes from the people - are you with me? who stand up and challenge the authority - come get me watch the flock drop yellin' hit me
This is for my millionaire club golfers Comin' up like Halle and Denzel, winnin' the Oscars Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya I get
Master P, Cam'Ron We takin' this from the South to the East Uhhhhh [Cam'Ron] I represent, where them killers at 145th and Broadway you get your head cracked Get
Bridge: Cam'Ron] I tell 'em Wake up, wake up Gotta go get that cake up, break up Divide that payroll, aiyyoo Go get that ya-yo, ya-yo Killa, paper, holla at
no way Yo, I kill diamonds, get wit pearls, I ain't tryna kid the world I ain't got beef, when I do I say, "Get 'em Girls" Not at this dog, we just
one's with no material gifts Sometimes most spirits leave rifts Lazyness got me spare the stand back and what was that That can't hold me back, my man Vast told me
They call me Digalo Angie rippin' the arenas in Miami Slippers in the sand beach, c'mon dance with me Or the chulos in white tees You ain't peeped the
get on them planes and fly high We fly high, like bo! Bo! bo! Now your row your boat nigga, and get your parachute Signal your plane, yes we get on them
capo, uh oh Shot out to Taft where them killas is made We was out on the Ave., young dealin' that gay Tryin' to get cash pumpin' crills to get payed
man walkin' with one arm They tried to throw me up in a orphanage with all the kids But I stayed up in the offices 'cuz they couldn't get me off a kid