is drama, word to mama Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow Satisfyin' all my needs twice With the whipped cream, handcuffs and ice The bitch is nice, word is bond Can't
crazy crab, you might make my dick itch I flow looser than Luther, words ya get used to BIG is a born trooper like ice cream I scoop ya My music you
what am sayin striaght from the sewer word is bond yeah yah yaeh yeah we doin this with my nigga where my nigga ice cube in the muderfucker word is bond ice
paid The word on the street's is that I done, came up too fast Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul Playa haters wanna cut my grass You don't wanna
call my home Back to islands, back to the motherland Thats where mum slapped dad & my brothers at thats family bond and when i step out the house i got my
real or not, kill or not If I'm holdin't what kind of steel I got False alarms, tatoos all across my arms Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
marry his seeds That's how we keep Wu-Tang money all up in the family The treasure is the glaciers of ice The treasure is the glaciers of ice The treasure is the glaciers of ice
Scrape y'all motherfuckers This is my word, when you see us When you see us flashing and shining And building and adding on Y'all niggaz just watch it
Listen to my song Girl, my word is bond You should be treated like a lady Hey yeah, hey, ooh yeah Hey yeah, listen to my song Girl, my word is bond
Murda can't be stopped, P. Diddy can't be stopped Blinky Blink can't be stopped, Big Loon can't be stopped Sista Stase can't be stopped, B.I.G can't be
's word bond Throw 'em in a ditch Bury 'em the herb gone ("Don't get scared, be prepared for the worst" *scratched 4X*) [Verse Three: Vinnie Paz] This is
sliced my soul into a percentage I know you wouldn't recommend it, so I wrote this letter and never sent it 'cause my pain, is my pain, I won't trouble
girls are independent, and ain't havin no bullshit Niggaz get scorned, girls be gettin they acts on Word bond, when glorifyin mine, I get my mack on There's t
freaky, freaky like Ladi Di Poor little rappers, all a dem a massacre Don't even ask, whole a dem a mash up Word to my boy B.I. Brooklyn we are back,
freaky freaky freaky like Ladi Di Poor little rappers, all a dem i massacre Don't even ask, all a dem a mash up Word to my boy B.I. Brooklyn we are back
it bad When you say that you love 'em and you really know Everything that used to matter, it don't matter no more Like my money or my car, you can have
rude boy Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi Just a lesson for you sucker MC's 'Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period Word is bond
out drinkin' Pepsi sips And never laced up my boots in fruity bits I ain't pretty so my fetish ain't knighthood 'Cause no one wears sequins in my neighborhood 'Cause my