it covered we can slug it, knuckle it however you want I love it. A hustler's with. The grit the grind. My genetic code make-up. Murderer by design. On
wrong there is no fault but mine but it won't hit hard 'cause you will let me shine and we build up castles in the sky and in the sand design our own
New York City Prolly hit the skating rink USA Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie" and "PSK" I remember shells, Gazelles, top tens, and lottos Mega design
pretty, though Hands is soft, feet, no calysses Her father owned six pallets in palaces Laying out in New York, crush villas in Vegas Greatest designer
You was in love with the pussy, it ain't the same though Cuz I'm good, she's good, so you should be good Hit her with the stiff one, she callin' me wood
keepin the food warm while I'm gone it won't be long 'til I'm back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn Hit me up baby, P.S. Cappadon' [Trife] Aiyyo
Gangsters, unleash the law Straight up, colourful drawers, bad whores On the weekend eat a raw style like Flounder Fuckin' wit' mine or how we design
rhyme you digest through the RZA console Ask why I slam nine diagram pole Raekwon dropped the bomb, Hunchback, Norte Dame Golden Arms is bronze, buddah palm hit
: [Raekwon the Chef] Hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me I don't wanna here nuttin' Word Up, got to pay Yeah, Its like that right Blow his Back out, make
compession like a spring overflows you're steel blue light, full of the joys of life heavenly design, sunlight streams from your smile you make my emotions hit
to the lyrical grand prix We have our drivers racin for a $3,000,000 purse Winner takes all, gentlemen start your engines... Give me room, hit the tune
S., back on the set This shit is off the dial, Shaolin Style, better hold on to something [Inspectah Deck] Yo, S.I.N.Y. and what Hit 'em high, hit 'em
divine I love the way you move all the way you're designed Your only lines are my mind, forget the corny line Now let me hit you off with this question
wind and water can carry me. i except what didn't happen just now to just happened to just hear me up, part of the quan skies one. and body betrayls that's design
power of observation Marvells and frights, its strange delights Attributes, properties, disciplines and novelties Exstactic patterns in the calender design
ya weak spot like karate Illuminati/FBI's couldn't watch me You won't survive with a Versace or when the gunshot hit ya body I'm on some next shit, it
like the ice around a rich man's wrist Where every hustler big dreamer prays it grants them a wish By myself right off the belt till hit the Van Wyck