A & R's named Ufid If life's a bitch I'm one of her two kids A motherfucker, if the show fits If rap was a school I'd be teachin at Yale's institution
I make more noise than a block orchestra I'm stalkin' ya Follow my road I'm forkin' ya To the path So YO! Tell a friend Tell a foe Tell a hoe Tell any
it been certified Stop lying I'm a g you been hear about Stop repping, you a pussy I been a heard of you You playin with a gangsta homie then murder you
other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous who chose his words from mouths
flesh, sincerely Kickin' it off on a ghetto track Bringin' to you some actual facts From the bottom, known as Miami With the help from a posse called the L.A
bow before a bigger nigga Now dry your eyes You was heartless on your hits Niggas love to scream peace after they start some shit Pay attention here's a word
blow In other words ya neck will know What it feels to have a exit hole Them guns will make a nigga dumb turn him into a vegetable I ruined mines Doin
yer drain pipe's a-pourin' And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin' And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin
, turn again. That a friend of mine Would get ninety-nine years, Turn, turn to the rain And the wind. A crash on the highway Flew the car to a field,
the word of truth. Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I and I In
if a nigga was strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper These niggaz is haters and they smilin in my face Tappin like they need a gig, tryna get your boy
a rhyme, I know this is what I'm meant for, shit will be fine (Ooh, sometimes I get a good feeling) Yeah, I got a good feeling, you know (Get a feeling
: Thank God that you're dancing with me. Take my hand just grab carefully you're a pretty flower with a seed of destruction; I'm a rib cage with a
's got a daughter, and they call her Effie-Sue. And Effie-Sue, she don't look so much like a little girl, as she looks like a... a big pile of fungus.
day at a time If there's a fire you know that she'd lay in the line And I just, close my eyes and curve my mouth Open my mind and words come out You
the mint full of my babalance Call an ambulance To come and pick his ass up because a nigga never had a chance They try to dance with a devil in the pale
2:] I welcome y'all to the introduction To learn how to play here's the instructions A couple rules to show you how the game function Yo, I'm a take a double, take a
in the coal-hole That's the way to treat a child who cries out in the night And a woman who teaches wrong from right [Chorus:] He's a Battered Old Bird