Yeah, yeah You know what I told them cats? Let me tell you what I told em [Verse Three: Chamillionaire] Go get a bigger scale On a scale of one to six
on the table time to lay your guts down what you in for tell me what you in for Yeah, we makin' other scales rollin' up some major pounds what you in
(2x)quater brick,half a brick, whole brick ay,quarter pound,half a pound,whole pound okay,hundred pills,thousand pills,servin major weight,juice man and
the boy can't see Triple beam scales, 5 for the pound, 12 for the Q-P, it's goin down Yeeahh, and I'm sick wit it I got major cake And I blow 50 Gs on
six to make it work Seven notes in a scale Eight in some countries, nine in fancy keys Ten years we've been friends, eleven seconds to hell And of course, twelve major
, and enforce it Verse One: Kool G Rap Champagne wishes of caviar dreams ?a penis didn't cream? With sales of fish scales from triple beams I gleam
finally blocked Majority overweigh the scale of balance Secrets hidden, sin after sin in their eyes Majority overweigh the scales of balance Secrets
Prolonged exposure in a world Where I try to belong, I try to belong Character cessation On a major scale of depression Declining sense of fear A fear
Prophit] Awwwww [Fish Scales] Wassup [R. Prophit] yes'sa [Fish Scales] You know dat [R. Prophit] Nappy Roots and Game Point [Fish Scales] Fish Scales
next door neighbor Make yourself seem major and impress some stranger Found Christ and now I got a new lease on life You can hate all ya want...IMMA BE ALRIGHT Chorus [Fish Scales
up the mall [cap] i watch for the cops, still a thug after the deal Cnn gotta thug it for real Chorus [capone] Thuggology's the major, paper Capone-
of my binary core. This is a vision of my world seen through membranous eyes. This is the oceans filled with technicolor nuclear fish, their mutated metal scales
Bring light like a rhyme prime minister Send ya up write it off on adrenaline On a scale of one to ten it's a ten and a Half, feel my wrath now, sucka
some dope for my head And I be kickin Backwood's fore' I hit the hood no doubt Monkey on my back turnked out Cause It's 3.5 on my rictor scale And
Use to be a major scale But the melody went stale Musical cacophony let Insy Winsy spider free Your a rich little boy Who's had to work for his toys
My locker full of commsary, and my fan mail My city saying Z-Ro, what you gon do when you get out of jail I can't do no mo' pyrexes, no mo' scales Trying
Lord He forsake us (pray for me) And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin') Until I see a ribbon in the
' let go for no one and I'm fo' sho' of it But I'm for certain hurtin, and still wantin more of it [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Scales] I keep it slum when I