inspector) (Feed off the role of the radar detector) Well then you said you can do this on your own I'm sorry baby I can't aid you (And then you say, hands
star, got your own constellation I ain't tryna say dat u, shit, maybe I am Never follow your heart Sure to lose your mind... if u neva follow your heart
hundred dollar bills I'm peeling Bottles stacked up to the ceiling And I just can't explain the feeling Fellas, put your grands up Ladies, put your hands
your hands in the air and get) Higher, higher, higher, higher [Jay Electronica:] Nas already told you the rap game is like the crack game Cut throat,
want his ring back, now they have a standoff she stealin diamonds girl, so I got to cut your hand off [Chorus: K-Young] She said she wants diamonds (
nigga It is what the fuck it is man How y'all wanna cut the cake? You touch this you get your hands cut off, nigga Swizz Beatz the motherfuckin monster
off my past If I had another chance I would do just that I'd give anything jus' to go right back [Verse 2] Homie if I could rewind the hands of time
a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit the
top, born in Cali-forn-ia Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hell or it's heaven Get your chest layed out wit the FM 57
got a problem Uh uh, born in California Clean your clock, open your can of tuna Make a choice to see the hail lord's heaven Get your chest laid out wit
his eyes of the poor man's gaze Forever it will stay Set this straight, it's not your cross, Fix yourself up bruv, and step off the warpath Your life
your path It becomes a problem you shouldn't have It's like a disease spreadin' faster than AIDS The word is out, they misspelled your name People look
That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all (That's right bitch, Fuck em' all) Fuck all you muthafuckers Ay Yo Biggie Put your hands
you motherfuckers that STILL, have to kill to make that money All you niggaz on the block, sellin rocks Hand to hand, runnin from the police I see you - live your
life of a thug nigga, might need gloves But you will never know With a price on your mug And fight strips snug right around your hands Niggas sure
nobody violates the Don I write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's gone Why perpetrate like you can handle my team? So merciless that my attack'll take command of your
the curb They never try me cause right behind me your killer team I get a word cut the head off a nigga like a guillotine This Hennessey'll keep me calm
money" -- Rakim] Verse One: Live Squad Strugglin, jugglin, got it to the black man Eatin the scams like I was motherfuckin Pac Man Cops step off, you