couch just for a week Till he get fed up and kick a nigga to the street (Get the fuck outta here, dogg!) Black out from cold, freezin' my toes Snow fuckin
you a ticket, that's that, We could kick it, that's a fact. (chorus) I'm leavin (where you gonna go?) Barcelona Anywhere it don't snow (sure) Feel the
and stick-em-up" then crush a Thug's Bones with a chrome slug The black Cyrano DeBergerac of rap with the ghetto Anglo-Sax' poetic syntax In fact, nigga
playa say its ova You'll be feelin' some pain [CHORUS] [Playa Fly] Yeah it's number three and Ibn hopin' that you rollin' with me As a matter of fact
this here on the map, and they didnt like it from scratch I lay this funk on the table and put beside it the facts Fly sit deep in the snow wit big O'
remain Feel the strain Stress Catch my breath (There'll be a new tale of) Get some rest (He and I) From the mess (In fact any time) I couldn't care
a low light Trying to get me for selling Snow White Flying taxi my girl's were so right When to say what You trust, you know No bad boy cops with facts
it down, where-ever I go When I'm in the A wit' the +King+, or in Detroit in the snow I'ma pro, whether it's movin' snow or movin' 'dro That's between
ever spit on a track So lean back - lean back I'm (Nickel) Nine, ladies say it with me now (Nickel) Nine, I am the king of the track Matter fact Nottz
Sports we come smashin' Yeah! Its all in the game Let me explain, bringing the fame You can set it off in the rain, set it off in the snow Forth down
is Kartel up to di crime Assassin (aye), tell your friend say are idiot A idiot tune dat [1] My youte check your facts You a DJ from before cd went pon
be a gift So yo, let the beat lift, as I rip and rhyme And rap and slap all the girls who came to dap To the fact I get the 8-ball, or the jam The earrings
Dream that's why I had a lot of sheets I had to Get clean! you know I love pussy but I don't like Cats everybody know I got money that's a fact you Come
mate and so are you With the Scottish rapper Alude Reekie Edinburgh ken who it is mate its Werd S.O.S. Got my bags packed its a fact I go But I come
made a widower of Grandma Verse 2 Method Man Damn, deficatin on the map, Wu-Tang takin it back, no fakin in the rap How real is that, you niggas hatin on the fact
Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter In fact I snap back like a rubber band
don't know my style Who be gettin flam when they come to a jam? Here I am here I am, the Method Man Patty cake patty cake hey the method man Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan Peanut butter, cuz I'm not butter In fact
you Because I knew, like, you guys were best friends And you talked everyday And it was thrilling to touch something That had touched you In my head you were like this goddess But in fact