stains all he touches I was too late I know, look me over It's too late I know, look me over It's too late I know, look me over But hey, look me over!
their own might. Hypnotizing. Shore-ward swallowing. They storm me, ganging up on me! What's become of the home that suppored me? They spit me back after drowning me
his padded cell I'm mad as hell, on the trail of the tattle tail I heard a yell the voice sounded familiar "Give me your girlfriend or I'm gonna kill
] Hell naw nigga fuck this Nigga let me up out of here! Nigga y'all can't take me to jail anyway I don't even know why y'all got me gaffled Look, fuck
stocks for me Two little brothers, two sisters, them shorties gots to eat Mother's a junkie, she twisted, so all they got is me I'm the provider, with
guard me, 2 niggas can't gurad me, u lookin at jordan, from the side like spike at the garden, I got the hardest bars call me the warden yea, excuse me
don't know the toys who with 'em Tell ya boy come and get me if I go he goin' with me I'm hoping y'all feel me, I told y'all what the dealy Ya open up
: [Hook] Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues
s can't guard me, You lookin' at Jordan, From the side like Spike at the Garden, I got that hardest bars, call me the warden, Excuse me pardon, I break
your tweeters My frequency's off the meters Jam pack arenas from here to Bangkok I'm ahead of my time like Jimmy Hendrix played Woodstock Me, I'm playin
DAYUM!) Don't fuck around I'm not your lil' homey I'm the king of the underground so act like you know me (Next up!) [Kool G. Rap:] Feel me... Homie,
me yet That old-ass Rolex, you're six years behind me (Aye!) I got the streets drunk and six beers behind me (Wooo) When you was dreamin' bout bread
bust one time and muthafuckas call the cops on me Thug you don't know me, so don't think y'all finna hold me 'Cuz homie niggas don't know me Back to
The judge'll try to sentence me to 10 I'll never blink He'll change it say I'm psycho And just send me to a shrink 20 months I'm in seclusion and my heads
I'm comin' from a school Where if ah nigga mouth get out we aim tah hit at you Method subliminal I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm
grippin my nine Cause das when it?s over I?m not ya playtoy I?m not ya homeboy I?m not ya fake I?m ya real McCoy boy I?m not dat phony nigga?pretend-a
digits Don't forget it, I'm all about the pimp shit I ain't no sucker with a limp dick Fuck the dumb shit, niggaz they come quick Ninth ward bitches