When I was young, my family used to party hard Gangs of uncatched kids turned to blood ketchup The illest niggas was Richard Pryor and Ronnie Bump Skinned knees from being bad
you good and plenty My style the bomb diggy Hey Timbaland be talking more shit And Lil' Kim be talking more shit Da Brat be talking more shit Busta Rhymes
night and Jamaica Queens funkin' Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Hedges but hold up, wait I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate That'll wake yo punk ass up like MC Eiht 'Cuz I be rockin' rhymes since the roof was on
the Cross Colours catalog with analog technology Ask L. Ron Hubbard to break down my Scientology Fuckin up to the chest I bust insidious, Bad Touchin
the B R A T, the mind blower, the rough rhyme thrower Muthafuckas can't see, ridin' drop top roadsters Fuck all that gold stuff, only triangles dangle when I bust
a bitch, i'm a bitch, We all bitches, In this motherfucking game Just be a bad bitch, When you be a bitch [Verse 1] I wakes up from dreaming of money
as bad as I do But check this out You gon' be wishing that you been gave me your money By the time I finish rumbling with you While rhymes get loose,
their five DOLLAR ass down Because all they do is scream and speak in tounges RAH RAH RAH, but I bust your motherfuckin' lungs Burning up charts with the rhymes
tongue?" My skin got pale, I wam-bammed the tail Did it so hard I shoulda went to jail She left, Earl came over and we went outside Jumped in the BM to bust
was" And then you wake up from a bad dream, a nightmare Settle down cause she right there She said her name was Tangerine Damn the American dream She
We still bad boys killas, y'all don't fill us Menacin' methods label me a lethal weapon Making niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections Can you
niggas getting jealous again, again Its time to get strapped again Because them nappy head hoes getting jealous again, again (Mia X) I got that fucking regulator busting lyrical rhymes
the NBA, sore thumb or pawn shop tech nine Bitch I'm known for jammin' Smoke Mary, Mary, Mary Put a mean ass flow on top of bad vocabulary I bust through
crew brain lacerations. Your having dreams about stardom is only fame masterbation my name is has awaken the criterion so judgement is passed anyone budges i blast bust
you the blue steel Cowards hit the panic button Thinkin' that it was what it wadn't Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme don With the semi auto fracture
;from the hill, got my top chopped by a tree On the hill, too young to flare one It's all about rhymes and fair ones Show me the mic and bust like a
plus In God we trust but don't trust us, we just Add to the ashes, then kick up the dust like that I make it seem like you havin' bad dreams Have you