with the grips of a python [Break] [Verse Four: Cappadonna] You heard of the rasp before but kept waitin for the sun of song, I keep dancehalls strong
I don't know. It's great to be in Japan. [Kiske:] "Kids of the Century" is the first life sign of us after two and a half years. And after all those
do to make a profit? Catch a flight to St. Louis That's cool, cause nobody knew us We stepped off the plane Four gang bangers, professional crack slangers
Ain't shit like Egyptians, nigga trippin' Beenie-eyed, never slippin', I'm grippin' the four-twenty Motherfuck the bullshit talk - where the money? Years
hit by the ricochet Suicide,it's a suicide,yeah [x8] [verse four] Niggers want to know about me and the...... We squashed that shit with me and him about a year
we killing you instead of killing each other Walked in the house, shot him in the mouth Leaned back the head, and pulled the brains out My list are strong
t one Hit me 99 Problems but a bitch ain't one If you havin girl problems i feel bad for you son I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one The year is
triangles on our wall Ain't just rappin for the plat-i-num, y'all record I recall, cause I really been there before Four scores and seven years ago prepared
difference between me and them They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M's One million, two million, three million, four In just five years
I know who I paid God, Serchlite Publishing Use your - BRAAAAAAAIN! You said you been in this ten I've been in it five - smarten up Nas Four albums in ten years
, Big Boi Deep in the dungeon for these many months Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass around dem blunts Had to cut it out like Cheers, but for years
s your name? Andre 3000, the year to fear is already here Must look beyond, sounds from the center of the sun Reason for a gun, only one Strong believer
to go After a long night comin home from MY show thats where i write my song all day long the black rock About a one, maybe two, three, four, five years
'cause they riches ain't like my riches (Murphey Lee) A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the school boy The civilized jewel boy I got not one, two, three, four,
half a hundred in your commisary You was my nigga when push came to shove One what? one love [Verse Two] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
, to the pharaoh Heed To his every word, live in fear Faith Of the unknown one, the deliverer Wait Something must be done, four hundred years