, that's how it's goin down, you know who got the flava We got the flava, the flava So bring it on, so bring it on, all you muthafuckin corns, yeah
and when it falls On eight thirty I'm hurting it's early and my hair is dirty Teeth as if beneath a highlighter, just not pearly Peeling armhairs harm
first they make you imitate another man's skill now you use your power for another man's will move the crowd's mental when they tell you sit still move
can see the crystals Soon as the piff come in you can {"Put some money on it"} Trust me it's important, shoot it or snort it Oxy's, {?}, profit is gorgeous
left me hit up He'd explain how his whole crew was slappin' honey Besides all that, she owed them cats a lot of money Funny how it's a small world,
family ties, your family's giving Your family tries, your family's living Your family croaks, dies of a stroke And that's the end, but then you awoke As
you would try it I go insane when I can't find it My homey sells that's where I buy it I roll it up in a joint and then I light it It's just the feeling
could I feel this empty inside? I've been thinkin' 'bout givin' up But there's somethin' inside me that is holdin' on When we don't know who's right or wrong We
's B.I.G, I'm guessin Neenas' Pac. Damn right nigga, quote it in the quarter bowl Any problems we can solve em nigga let me know We the new niggas, Strange
But it seems like everything is all Satan But it seems like everything is all Satan In the new millennium You can't play with nobody's mind Man Deliberately
? Static, we bring trouble to your right side Man, we here we just livin' positive Static, we bring trouble to your right side Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we
Chk-chk-chk-chk, Gravedigga at it again 2000, running through your project housing What!?! [Break: Frukwan] Yo, check it, check it Gotta peep at this shit It's
niggas don't know what we rhymin' bout Mine in doubt Traversing' the earth like zombies And rocks your dirty laundry Presented to the world as comedy Del rips it honestly that's
chorus of Queen's "We Are the Champions"] We are the champions, my friend And we'll keep on fighting, to the end We are the champions, we are the champions
and pimps, check it out, When we roll we rolls thick like some nappy ass hair, Straight chronic smoke up in the air, So get it straight nigga, Boom-bam
dat muthafuckin nigga everybody been talking bout Ya'll know who dat is Dat's me Huh? wuh? Dat nigga nigga Mr. Magic Dat nigga nigga Mr. Magic Chorus: Dat's
you know I'll, I'll be your man As long as I, as long as I am breathing As long as I am breathing As long as I am breathing As long as I am breathing
As we run in all directions Nothing's quite the joy it seems On that we could be contented With the good things that we've gained But in the end we're