hard to swallow, I know I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang get me a coffin, bangin my soul'z, gonna get-cha flossed' and out with a bang Welcome
stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin And without no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning Looking in the eyes of a judge
a give ya the blues Guess who's bizack? The boy B Mizack, A.K.A, Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this You can
catch one in your wig. See the testosterone the toast is right on my lap. So if a nigger get out of line a nigger get clapped. I got a arsenal an infantry
one in your wig You see the Testarossa, the toaster's right on my lap So if a nigga get out of line, a nigga get clapped I got an arsenal, a infantry
Now my name hold weight like a triple beam Wu-Tang showed me How to get the C.R.E.A.M. I'm a microphone I'm a microphone fiend Whattup Big Unc? Whattup
what's my option, do it or not Break a hoe, sell a ki, just don't get caught Cause if I do, I'm goin to jail On a one-way ticket to a prison cell So why
Started thinkin, this use to be a rich man high I gotta high drug tolerance so I'll give it a try Went home and did my thang, snatched a two hundred bundle
streets get you, Precious Was the victim, from a dime to a nickel Hopin' God's blessings stick with ya Picture the neighborhood kingpin, who's gettin' bigger Familiar face, but a
trap - blackmail for a gang a mill Spot banger himself, fishscale rocks under the fingernails The blood trail lead to a corpse Treat my appetite for greed with a
in his face House right down the street from his He went anyway, more scared to face his moms She'll beat him soon as she flip out seein' his face scarred
9''] Nickel. Tell em what it is This is a world - Premiere [Verse 1 - Royce] Look, I'm in a zone for rilla In a freezer with Medusa I'm fucking a stone
[intro skit plays for first 42 seconds] [Chorus: K-Young] I got a thing for your girlfriend She got a face of a goddess, ooh-wee, you already know Don
in a colred face Can they see why he love to chase green fetti in a gutta place He grew up so he love the taste For diniro's hes a disgrace Denies that he's tellin' a
and screw fiends Yeah, watching me, next time, scotch me I drink Crystal liquor, I'm a version of Hitler On wax, no 'dacks, just water, a doorag on I
with the illest, The real is just fictional dreams, No time to deal with two dimensional fiends, shit hit's the fan with every click of a hand, I'll be a
the roof like the Fiddler Cage you up in the vocal booth, you're held prisoner Watch, while I'm bangin' out this hot shit from Sigma Illa Del P A, live without a