Stop, what's that sound? It's the death rattle of this rusty old town Stop, listen again It's the sound of laughter all along the Thames Hey, what's
morning, there's nothing to breathe but air, (Yeah) (And when I look in the mirror, there's nothing to comb but hair), And when I sit down to breakfast
hunny new in skool joined my class she really sick she made her pinafore look like a dress from Rodeo, and clean white shoes lookin' Ferra than Gamo's, and
me to come on over I made my way to new york And they tried to have me deported Stop me from getting work Blacklisted me all over They were vicious and
in a coat of white, chilling frost I looked around and I found I was truly lost: without your hand in mine I am dead ..... Reality is unreal and games
to say goodbye Stop look and listen Maybe that's the way that we'll know stop look and listen Maybe that's the way that we'll know Stop look and listen
style I ain't talking bout' no tat And I'm a rep the Ville in every city that I'm at! And I guarantee I'm bringing home plaques Shoutout to my brother Zach, and
club and let them things spit and rip through 'em dead in the club Is you gon' fuck around and be the nigga dead in the club? (Yeah? Uh-huh..) [Chorus x2] [Raekwon] Egyptian look
was scarred and needed reincarnation of jackpot Stop frontin', cuz you got the hip hop Scott 'Rock Face lock the shot, we got the studio booked Look up
on? What they tryin' to achieve? The same city where you live and you breathe The system grows fatter and your kids are the feed And when I looked through
of Mount Graham Lookin' through the starlight scope in my hand Creative writing and rhythm, grammar and composition Don't ignore me, ignore the fool who tell you don't listen
a raddish) Look at my life, look at my guys, look at my fame (Look at my fame) Look at you guys, look at my eyes, look at my cane (Look at my cane) [
a run And thats when funky got done, a joey playin wit guns And ??, karty was my man And reggy, I wish that I was wit you in that van And Bugz if it wasn
Cook it to a bigga rock (aye aye oh oh) And I be wit dem gangstaz (jeah), I creep wit the gangstaz (jeah) Crack a dutch or Philly and cheif cheif wit
just like the Grand Canyon And I'm always out looking for a female companion I threw the lasso around the tallest one and dragged her to the crib I took off her moccasins and
dash And I'm on 21 and a half's (for real cannon) I got my gat, I ain't walkin without it And I cock and clap, you just talkin about it, nigga [Chorus
Stop - what's that sound It's the death rattle of this rusty old town Stop - listen again It's the sound of laughter all along the Thames Hey - what'
the Wizard of Oz Wrap a lizard in gauze, beat you in the jaws with it Grab the scissors and saws And, cut out your livers gizzards and balls Throw you