right bitch, pull out his kite from this white bitch {"one"} Talkin bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know like when the cops come, you never hide
The other hand in the air, and say that you solemnly swear When you (stand up) basically Reach out to the hatin streets, tell 'em to take a seat After you
give this shit) (You gotta work for it) (You gotta earn it) The main nigga, the rebel (You gotta arrent change) Black Keano (You gotta wanna feel) (You
it roll right by you Just think if the same thing happened to you Would you be, would you be Happy to walk in my shoes? Would you be, would you be Happy
don't you know my glock kicks, hollow tips To your body, mad toxic, I fade you, blow you with a rusty-ass razor Did you a favor, tried to wet you but
Ha-ha, yeah Will I make it to see tomorrow Ain't no tellin This one right here, for all the riders No matter what side you on Peep game Welcome to the
ain't knocking nobody's hustle, why plex man You only hate on yourself, when you hating on the next man You can't be like Bun B, so why try to Get your
I'm a pioneer, I'm not a vet 'Last Kiss' is a French one, it's not a peck Movin' powder, piff and a lot of wet You're gonna die, that's a promise not
s all good! You don't gotta let us in your little shit! You got that? Keep that shit, man! You could have it man. WE GOOD! Killa! [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] See you
' spot and heard the intricate plot Some people wanna stick me like flypaper neighbor Slow down love, please chill, drop the caper Remember all you people from the hill up in Brownsville? That you rolled
balls a bit It's J who's into that shit (Yeah, fuck you) And if you wanna get lippy I'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy (Hehe) The bottom
It's J who's into that shit. Yeah fuck you!(Violent J) And if you wanna get lippy.(lippy) I'll stretch your lips out and call you skippy(HEHEHE). [Violent
Who is that kickin up shit much faster? Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya See a black clock and my buckshots run right thru ya I never knew
taught Handle biz when it's to be done, and I mean rip you dig? 'Cause ain't no sense in savin' leftovers That's yesterday's thing, roll with the right
And my eyes were bedazzled, by the jewels in his silken cuff And a voice rolled out from an ashen cloud from behind a long cigar Son, you'll never need
a ducker Come a little closer I'm a show you I'm a punch ya And if I can't beat you I get my gun and I'm a buck you Turn you over like a little bitch
at you capping now, since you rapping now See them the type of folks, you need to be packing 'round 'Cause first time to miss 'em when you passing a blunt They plotting up on you
it back with this By the time you get a show, we've been all around the globe, huh? We gon' take it back with this Before you even had a name, you was