dubs, and get Chinese back rubs In the club I mix and mingle, with niggaz ladies and hoes Bidness before pleasure, real playas get chose Neck chest and
hell with fuckin' coats Probably wear more layers, there's only one Sweatshirt He make 'em bow down 'til they muthafuckin' necks hurt [Hook] [Verse 3:] Mr
it But they game is strong and they tongue is long A bulldagger beat and got yo' bitch and gone! [Chorus: Brother Marquis and Mr.Mixx] A bulldagger done
came up out this dust with my heartless style These, Chorus Verse 3 I remember Uptown huh got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits and
with G's flipping keys and smoking weed I get the cash and dash and never learn to read So fuck a bitch fuck a hoe and I let ya know Because they come
down with this business Tryin' clown and get a cent and so rather than stand forever, been thinking drinking over a felony and hell of me and how
to try Did I cry, hell nah, nigga tear I shed for all my homies in the pen, many peers dead Niggaz still ballin [Chorus: 2Pac] Still ballin, 'til the
Hell offa the forscythe and bail, Leavin' ah trail ah the boody victims The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin' As if and if and
pay your taxes And you keep it real, while them others stay plastic You're my Wonder Woman, call me Mr. Fantastic Stop- now think about it [Bridge 2:
a nether chest Inna badman place Real mckoy and gangsta Police ask question get no answer Inna night, inna day, mr knight, mr kay, mr smith and western
: (Choose your own adventureeeeeee!) [tires screeching] [Intro: Classified] And now we head into the big city, Mic Boyd and white Mic with me We on
Got a bitch name Jessica that would challenge any competitor And come back with the highest grade of weed the hell with the replica And when my grandfather
out my dick Gave me some money for gas I hopped out on 59 Smokin' weed (weed) And feelin' fine Dick suckin' laws right behind and they look and they stare
shoes off, Before you have a sound voyage, And siyanara see ya fuckers tommorow, Get some R and R and marinate in some marinara, And have a coke and a
smell of it Bought a hard top 6 and I sat it on spree's for the hell of it 7 on the dot! Got some cain and its jumping out the pot! I'm in the game so
it, Scott?" [Scott:] "Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back? [Mr. Felcher:] "Well, uh..." [3rd Verse] NO! They can sit and
ninja will never die! Damn I wish I could be a Shokon Samurai so I could swing a sword and make necks fly I'd go to school and ninja-crawl through tha
