Now people stop takin' my stylin' for a joke I don't sassafrass I put the foot up the ass Sometimes I'm fast, blow off like a seal When they reminisce
While I like a thug that devises bank robberies Ya see, Shystie's all about living life fast Hopping in and out of cars, thugs repping it large You can't change
about it every seals, But I'm a young man that gotta change his lifestyle, Get a job at compound, it ain't easy as it sounds, I gotta have some fast money
two-twenty to one-forty, that's mine Y'all need to step the fuck off Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real Chorus: genius Yo, the fiends ain't comin fast
in rhythms and talking in tongues Burning down buildings of people you shun Fast and fearless deadly smooth Basic movements of a painful mood Sealed
:Doctor, Doctor, I need help Doctor Nurse:Sit down and wait your turn Xzibit: Sit your ass down Saafir: You have, scars in your mask like Seal That ain
Pronounce Shit Like Raflip You Ever Smoke that shit? You Aint Never Smoked That Shit First Time I Snatched You Up I Took You In My Lungs I Sealed You
Times are changing, things come and go Things are getting worse, the earth, a black hole I say it to myself, "Will this shit ever change? Will it ever
(featuring Nancy Des Rose) [Kool Keith] New Nancy Des Rose [Nancy Rose] Keith you gon' hold this track down for me? I'm goin upstairs to change, I gotta
from the endless horizon Or flowers to mark out the changing of seasons No animals dwelt in the forests or fields All life was extinct; its fate had been sealed
mark out the changing of seasons No animals dwelt in the forests or fields All life was extinct; its fate had been sealed By the curse of a violent
no one wants you with them Someday, I'm gonna bring you back And you won't know how to act The world you think is safe, is changing fast And all the
gotta do it How you want it baby? (in the front, in the back) Do you like it baby? (yeah I like it like that) Well we can do it baby, fast, slow, hard
from two-twenty to one-forty, that's mine Y'all need to step the fuck off Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real Yo, the fiends ain't comin' fast enough
two-twenty to one-fourty, that's mine Y'all niggaz step the fuck off Y'all niggaz ain't crazy for real [Chorus: Genius] Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast
"Fight tuberculosis, folks" Christmas Eve, an old junkie selling Christmas seals On North Park Street The "Priest" they called him "Fight tuberculosis
found out, I'm paying everybody's bills B.I.G. said it more money, more ills So I spend it real fast, because I'm trying to sit and chill A little, signed, sealed