on, bet I'm still live and I'm coopin' Two of my silverbacks run through a pack of your wolves Front on react and sippin' Cog-i-nac so relax dude Know I
Eh-yo, eh-yo, eh-yo.. [Ghostface Killah] I bathe in a tub of guns, dry off with the clips Now I'm automatic Jack, that's what I've become Gangsta lean
the fuck brought me this chocolate shit, man? I said a banana nutriment, man Ya'll heard the fuck I said... I gave you. I wrote it on the fuckin' paper
in the mornin I aint even yawnin Cookin up a cake Like I'm doin a performance When it come to flossin I aint even talkin Diamonds on my joint Got my
me like Nino Ask the Flintstones, I'm a Don like Dino I'm iced out I'm rimmed up Had some guccis on Took em off Now I'm timmed up Got some gangstas with
I'm a chicken hawk and I'm hunting chicken and watermelon It ain't nothing but hard time bailing Just got a misdomener Cause I got a deuce-five, and I
be so hardcore and still keep you on the floor like a maniac That's your question? Well I'ma answer that I'm on the mic tonight I'm here to do it right
I rock the rhymes.E does the cuttin' Call it shownappin' I take a hostage a night Do shit and break out on the next flight This is Grand Larceny Grand Larceny I'm
Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme; but my lyrics are deeper Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move I wrote "Pusher", "High Rollers
I'm (Mick Jagger), slash chains -saw massacre Cause I'm on this road, like a (Rolling Stone) And I kill every show til they know that I'm gone I got my
Rock I'm a Capricorn And Detroit's city where I was born When I was young I knew I'd always be A super live body rockin' emcee I'm TNT I'm dynamite And
can't tell I hear the bells near the church steeple Where Rafael awaits his fate break the curse of evil I'm holding rosemary beads it's scary roll the
s a handsaw Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin Busy describing what I'm a paint when I'm a paint but why am I painting? I'm table oasis with no places
what I do, there ain't no signs of stoppin' I'm stoppin' over half dead cops I shot dead I'm hot than, I'm illmortalized here forever A Stone Kold Killa and I'm
spice Yes, I'm just full of tricks My webs(?) are made of cabla'(?) To resist a million kicks, Yes I?m a rolling stone, To me, nothing sticks I?m going
neck, hang to the ground Hey, I said how you feel? Baby look tough with a gangsta grill I ain't rich, but I pay my bill I'm like Jay, I'm trying to drop
punk, we the opposite, yup I hear you gossipping, cuz we on Just because I rock, don't mean I'm made of stone My bones is sturdy, I wake up to get it
