I Kept On Going Ignoring Ignoring The Pain As I Sat With Blood Pouring Down My Nose And Nose And Throat I Lost Contact Contact Contact With The Real Real Real
Would Hurt Hurt So Much But I Kept On Going Ignoring Ignoring The Pain As I Sat With Blood Pouring Down My Nose And Nose And Throat I Lost Contact Contact
brain? Nigga how can I explain? How vicious this Thug motherfucker came When I die, I wanna be a livin legend, say my name Affiliated with this motherfuckin game, with
own business Back and forth with the rhythm Till I make the jizm I'm a jerk [R.L.] I e-mailed you, tried the cell too Tried to contact you But I failed
Tennis for the wrists, nigga you ain't ever since no ice like this So now you know what you're working with, handle ya business And keep coming with that
your knapsack, it inna your back pack The smell ah give your girlfriend contact Some bwoy nuh notice, dem only come around like tourist On the beach with
contact here, senor? Well, the last thing I remember before I stripped and kneeled Was that trainload of fools bogged down in a magnetic field. A gypsy with
Cool J It was Harlem at the rukus I saw you with your man, a smile on your face, huh, A coach bag in your hand I was laying in the coupe with my
Real] 16 men till there's no one left [SenDog] Yo-ho-ho them niggaz has gotta go Verse Four: B-Real Fuck the hater with the symbol and no soul And that
hand bag, your knapsack, it inna your back pack The smell a give yah girlfriend contact Some boy noy notice, dem only come around like tourist On the beach with
crib like a burglar Homie I?m gangsta Fat Joe the boy is a wanksta I come through the Bronx and I spank ya I smoke dat ganja Rollin? shotgun with Baja
the drama for stucky and bush stones What's wrong? didn't think were strong with real niggas Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us This real
But you ?? the ?? for sucking your ?? What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggaz? Roll like a boss in the streets they still feel us It's real
one'z, tussle wit thieves Makin moves, second to none, I locked it, uh Made a sudden move you got bit Flooded wit the double R, real street shit Da blond
that Momma shake me real hard, then get the big gat That's called the belt help me as I yelled I'm in the room like (panting)"huh, huh, huh" with mad
s son who fall, with the four-four, niggaz like.. [Chorus] [Styles P.] Yeah... nigga this is Ghost with Ghostface I don't sell millions but I get millions
, but they don't keep bak Candy coated 'llac, with the brat pushed back Shorty smoke thrax, what'chu know 'bout that? Let the top back, the hood catch contact
The Long March To The Viet' Jungle 'Oh Christ' I mumbled as I Drew That Card And My Mates Came to Slap Me on The Back With Due Regard We Were The Six
