crack your back In the south BX where I pack the mack Where the fiends get mad If the smack is wack and all people stop and ask "where the cracks is at
Two Man Operation Granted The Fact That We One Man Short Got Love For Him He Can Watch This New Man Stop A Nation Cause Handin' Them Crack Is A One Man
Id be happy to connect ya life is, better than its ever been scheduling million dollar meetings with the president someone cut the lights, oh where is Thomas Edison got a new
and try to make an attempt to vent but I just can't admit or come to grips With the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet And I know some
to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me
: [Mr. Mackey] (Eric Cartman) And everyone should get along.. Okay children quiet down, quiet down Children I'd like to introduce our new substitute
is iller than me It's Mr. Swifty from the 313... [Swift] I make rappers wanna turn into singers I keep hoes lickin' they fingers Bring this competition and face
can't no nigga fuck with this I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new
the gate Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face
gonna tackle you with no pants on Ass out with a floppin' schlong, touchdown yeah I told you It's the longest yard [Chorus] [Kuniva] The new face on
: (feat. Mastamind, Mobaddess, TNT) [Esham] I got a ill case, paranoia blood stains on my face Close range sawed off shotgun bust I never trust, it'
noggin I sing a lil' lullaby, who gon' testify the way a gruesome murder been televised? Stupid! My name still ring in the streets though Eighty-six, used to slip crack
he got popped Big jars of haze, Cheech & Chong bong in the spot Tropicana, strawberries, diced bananas The long dookie fifth, next to the Town House crackers
shaking, doctors is taken to operating "Nah, he might not live! " So they start debating You in bad shape, in the neck of New York Your slithering ways
was serving boulders Ten crack commandments, holy Moses If you don't fit must equip icer toners Never grip they holders, fingers to the snitchers The New
, pardon your dame I'm new to the game, but true to my lessons [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Jeans, hoods, guns, crack [Ghostface Killah] Visions of me swallowing crack
your car, with your ass out Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit Ghostface I'm a killa, wit that chrome in ya face Blow ya face back, turn you into a ghost
Ay yo I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed Still buggin' earlier around four how I escaped the bust The way I fell cracked the face of my watch My mans chantin