with the pen I've been a Bad Boy A sad boy, I call your girl 13 cause she's good Should I say more? I see more, I see more Sea shore to sea shore,
the roots is More organic than acoustics Heavenly ? set you free and kill you in the same breath That shit you gotta get off your chest before your death
[ghostface killah] Good morning, good morning Time to get up Look at the sun so pretty today It's so bright, it's so smashing Lasting, helps out the
writing the mic is like a crack pipe. Don't get the wrong idea. this is for the cats usin' the third eye vision to try and find why we're here. You need to get up, get
ve been a Bad Boy A sad boy, I call your girl 13 cause she's good Should I say more? I see more, I see more Sea shore to sea shore, I sell my yaght
m-i-c, I am easy mo bee And easy mo is me, he gets down when I want him to get down I put the heights in the crown I wrote the dead sea scrolls, I'm &
the son get I'm a lyrical defamer, like gloria I'm a gaynor In the music biz I opened up more doors than kramer My anthology's available, so buy up the
down with me Type that go to the bathroom, sit down and pee I'll empty your house, back of your cribs, smacking your kids Bullets going through your leather, cracking your
no chaser and your dead meat Legal aid type of rider, have you shppied in greens 10 thou for a lawyer now who splits your cream Game is deeper than the sea
best at it Had a mil early man I been learned my mathmatics Oh oh 02 cop them 06 Boy stop stunting if I wanted i could have your chick Don't get it
combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp Break your concentration, murder your
even open up my mouth begin to speak I need some radio To help me reach But i heard they get their money on By makin you weak Drowning in the sea of
Had a mil early man, I been learned my mathematics Oh, oh, 02 cop them 06 Boy stop stunting if I wanted I could have your chick Don't get it twisted
move out Or get a new house, it's like livin' in a war, walkin' through shootouts And you doubt God exists, when hard fists Be poundin' on your head
your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell's closin' in It's repentance day Repent for your sins When the gates of Heaven open up And Hell'
head up Me and you after school in the front and we can tear it up And everybody gon' know about it Yep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be sho
up by the sea Gobbled up, like the lost city of Moore and Atlantis But I'm fierce as the cyclone winds that blew through Kansas Have your clan stranded
i called the social worker confidentially and she called his mom and said "guess who thinks your husband is beating up your son?" next thing i knew that family packed up