midst of me I'm mystically and magical The weight I form the group Makes a move I mean cuz my shit is like classical It blows my mind and I know This
dance I spit the shit to make the average MC piss in his pants I spit the shit to make a mothafucka call it a night I spit the shit to see fuck wit C
the way that it feels There's the distance between the ideal and the bills Yet, I see all the numbers, I still lull for the dreamer I thank God for
No) My Jordan's numba nine, and my chain is finga roll. (Roll) See I got bigga rims, bigga speakas, bigga dough. Not to mention when I flow, it's like I
she call ?I feel I'm runnin' a fever? Six months, I'm tellin' her I desperately need her Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around I need more than to knock it down I
doin' 'em Nigga move shoot 'em, what's that? You roll a five? Twenty or better y'all, I'm taking all side bets! Everybody spread out! Watch the magic number
Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggaz can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, somethin' got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
And I don't know and I can't think and I'm so smote that I can't see and I look at the picture I have in my head and I won't doze and I can't sleep and
and I'm gone Crumbs bust it pass tha popcorn As I kick flava behavior your absctract I get recognition But I represent no religon or sect So I'm no preacher but I
feed my daughter To all my peoples in the struggle, you know what I'm sayin'? It's all good baby, baby, check it It was all a dream, I used to read Word
yo' click Squeeze yo' clip, hit the right one Pass that ***, I got to light one All them *** I got ta fight one All them ***, I got ta like one Our
If I was a balloon I'd be like.... If I was Alyssa Milano I'd be fucking Joe Bruce If I was a radio DJ I'd probably say, point 103 If I was a richie
clowns at all. The smiled, they juggled, they laughed, but Yet something Was terribly, terribly, wrong. I didn't like these clowns for I could see Through them, I
You break down I never give you my number I only give you my situation And in the middle of investigation I break down Out of college, money spent See
head on them big ole's Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em I'm the number 1 playboy, I press
hood I?m Pak Man, my hood, I?m Pak Man In my hood I?m Pak Man, my hood, I?m Pak Man In my hood I?m Pak Man, my hood, I?m Pak Man Shorty, I'm the man and
't think I know I keep my hands clean 'cause I never touch dope Every time I see 'em, look 'em in they eyes Ask me how I know, it's me, surprise! Put