Lock you up throw away the key sooner than they'll set you free never admit they were wrong,that's right I don't care what you pay there's no justice
of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees
myths of the ages Celebrate symbols from deep elder forests [Have you forgotten the lessons of the ancient war] We need great golden copulations The fathers are cackling in trees
with these Start hittin' jewel-liks, re-investin' in ki's Drop the top on the flo', let you feel the breeze [Buckshot Shorty] Trees make my eyes bleed
for your face with a drip, drip, drip it's blood on the strip three disassembled bodies in the trunk of the whip hear the saw, saw, saw right below your jaw
form of evidence [Chorus] Bakin' slugs out the dark Wild shoot-outs through the park These jail houses overcrowdin' All my thugs remain calm Money turnin', trees
Heads get ripe off-a this Thug all night off-a this Ladies fight off-a this This is That Shit The Projects flip off-a this The trees get lent off-a this
fuck is this) It's like this look Nonchalantly I plant the words in the brain like ganja seeds Horizontally the way I write Gandhi Beneath a palm tree
got a lil tree on ya boots You can get it Nicki and dirty money shit ya draws When I count to three hit the floor Damn lil mama pick up ya jaw Thas here
did. there's a whole lot of nothing in the way. when the trees go bare again hold my breath and count to ten. shut your eye and crack my jaw. count the
your high Method Man (Method Man, Man) Whoa, like Black Rob, go Catch me in the West Wing, I might "Rob Lowe" Yes, I can (yes, I can can) tap your jaw
up the desert eagle, light up that extra lethal I mean that "ooh wee", three years and two g's I'm back with new trees, I wrapped in loose leafs While
made it to the ocean Had a smoke in a tree The wind rose up, set him down on his knees A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw Delivered him wings
, fit your pasty face And keep banging that fork on that plate, keep spitting down my spiral staircase Your neckline is all mine, your jaw line, your
limelight never gettin faded cuz the Locc was just to trump tight [Jah Skills] you must be dazed ya goin through some type of phase behind my back you jaw
in the known universe of my imagination confined in a verse I'm a powerful combine who got to bomb minds like a war flick on time when my jaw spit raw
your other girl Rock Star Biotch Check out how we rock And if this ain't Hip Hop It must be Me Hop I'm higher then a mothafuckin chronic leaf tree top
: Uno, dos, one, two, tres, cuatro Mattie told Hattie About a thing she saw Had two big horns And a wooly jaw [Chorus:] Wooly Bully Wooly Bully Wooly