Nobody in my block know we're like down like that And the next flat, one down from where I live with my mum And Uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it
I think of physicians and mathematicians Who don't earn a quarter the dough, When I look at the faces Of people in Macy's, There's one thing I'm burning
in the field (real niggas) Richie, Luke, Arkay, Marty, Tahay (real niggas) Rico, Black, Party Rob, and Eighty (real niggas) Y.G., Nut, Foul One, and
a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding) So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage
first ryhme Soon rapping became one of my favorite pasttimes Everywhere that I went spitting and dabbling Showing my ass growing up and started traveling From one
strange ways but we do it with compassion and don't believe in age travel round the world gettin naked on the stage bustin' people out of their everyday cage
[Unverified] fuck a popa get smoked properly It ain't even got to be handed on record Just me and you, one on one, I'm only one Yo, the only one, [unverified
collection from his truck driving days Luther's bedroom is as hot as an oven With air that's as stale as old forgotten bread In a cage on the dresser
It happened on one evening late, As the maid was going to bed, She heard a sound, a beautiful sound, That made her heart feel glad. She thought it was
the wrong time You with the wrong someone Smut Peddlers, false poets get done Every morning, every evening One by one One by one One by one One by one
seven ain't exactly Heaven. Bill the con said, I think it appears I've only been dreaming the last four years Wiggy said, I'm having so much fun Cell number one
doll You don't get the pants Thank you, uh, next up, actor Nicolas Cage Who? What? Where? That's all I got for that one actually Next up, comedian
you reap. Let's take a ride on Iron John's shoulders, He has more gold than anybody in this world. Let's take a ride, heigh-ho on Iron John, He has
Nobody in my block know we're like down like that In the next flat, the one from where I live with my mum And uncle John, he ain't my uncle when it'
fell He likes to eat hardy, party Be like John Gotti, and drive a Maserati Rough in the ghetto, but in jail he's Jello Mellow, yellow fellow, tell or hell, hello One
girlish excitement and manly restraint, I position my precious assortment of pencils and powders and paint. So whenever I feel that my place in the world is beginning to crash, I apply one
