from the bottom, built an empire and torn it down Not Rockefeller, more like Mr. Cinderella And I'm standin in the rain with a ripped umbrella That's the, that's the That
I blew out get mad lifted Don't have to say up the show that I'm gifted God bless me 'cause I reach my 21st Heavy D, don't drop a curse Peace, peace,
way over your head, you like creativity? I'm a gangsta rapper, Lord, forgive the shit I'm sayin' But You'd be surprised where my music be playin' Yeah, that
ain't trying to see the pen Like a needle in a haystack we ain't trying to see the pen This is a luxury tax Yeah, imagine this, no, imagine that Gave
and down, you know next he found, Heavy D was blowing up, so then he tried to gain extra pounds, no thanks to that, they ranked him wack, only thing that
niggaz in them Cadillacs, swingin' that battle axe A million dollars every 90 days, imagine that My habitat is black, ramsacked with heavy gats Hit a nigga so hard that
fortune like A criminals wears a curse I want to chase that rabbit right off the rails And rip this metal keeping my mouth in check But I need that
I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labour, And I noticed a maid in the very next row and I hoped she'd be my neighbour. Imagine then my delight
in the first degree Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped Bust that, gimme that
you in the backseat and tell you to slide Imagine That It aint my fault that my broads collide Imagine That Knock your girls off two at a time Imagine That
you dye, is this shit right here Boom, and this, ya know what I'm sayin'? Any color you want But it'd be like, blue and cream, ya know what I'm sayin'? Shit like that
string, I think I counts five pairs That's a little, but still, can I get a thumbs up? At least for the peachfuzz that sums up A tidbit, yeah that's it
? good like a man that don't eat swine Fall asleep at night, and you start to dream If you was a paid rapper on the hip-hop scene You'd be heavy on the
paladians. some people say that just because he was born in '72 and likes to listen to ozzy osbourne that he doesn't belong to the circling standard, that
lights, That cast a ghostly image over Fredericksburg that night, Some say it was God's spirit lookin' o'er the bloody sod, but that rainbow mist that
you can't do shit with it That's gotta be fucked up, you know what I'm saying? That's gotta be fucked up, you know? Just imagine like, imagine you build
baby You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3 Give me an ounce and I'
baby You come short, I'm a bust your head baby They name a dope man whodi Yeah that's me, I'm out that 5-0-4 plus that c-p-3 Give me an ounce and i'ma