you kindly tell me friend what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner face down like the Jack of Hearts Backstage the girls were playin' five
girl CHORUS: Hey, hey baby I wanna know If you'll be my girl CHORUS: Hey, hey baby I wanna know If you'll be my girl -- Zappacosta: "Overload" I can hear your heels clicking
why I came again It's the R-A-K-I-M Come through in a by, lean low like I'm doin a crime Empty ya nines and bend in the dime Thoughts hard to find that
, we light this J up right here For all the hard workin' folk Cross this country, cross the world For everybody on the grind everyday nine to five, eight
itchin for a pit to put the pig in, scalped bottom feeder, nose bleeder, cheap seats, to the meat eater sweeps sweet weak freaks, what up? grip clicker
make the fat shit regardless Many niggaz wanna know when the ramp return Yo, I'm gettin' phone calls from that nigga Howard Stern He wants to know about my flip mode click
Baby just walk away You know I can't stay There's no easy way to say goodbye So baby just say goodnight We're in a spell that never ends The empty hourglass
threw parties and had food fights at school Whoever came and made it there fresh was cool So that taught me I started stealing dean's walkie-talkies Five
Yeah, word to my kids nigga, I want it all Nascar game, why the fuck will I starr Im the franchize nigga, Chris fucking Paul Empty out the caNNON hit
Wit no discrepancy, I rip MC with no referee Devil tested me, can't let him get the best of me Wit accuracy, I'll attack an MC Spittin' like I emptied
outta the clip Niggaz is struck with the underworld click February 14 in '95, time about 4:45 I'm coppin pies in a highrise Dealin with shit like this you need five
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes)] (Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick Pump shorty nobody can hold his click Them hoes eyeing
, even though you straight passed through my left arm I never fold I reload, keep my clip full mode Empty out six slick, to bloody up your wardrobe Plus that click
stiffs wrapped up in plastic Give me a heater, you givin me a reason to shoot You givin me the key to your coupe Midwest, not the middle, Strick clutchin the five
Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Got five
coked up or doped up Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up Please tell me is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click
More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, He Dead And Gone No More Problems Im The Problem Solver, Click Click
kill us with a clip One slug hit my lung, you could feel it when I spit I'm a Hillside Scrambler, the widest in the click Watch Ugodz-Illa set fire to