The Rest, Girl... [K Smith:] Cause Im A Better Man Yup Im A Better Man Im A Better Man Yeah Im A Better Man [K Smith:] I Know You Got A Man But
Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'
what we go through to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears [Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble] I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni**az can't f**k
My Smith & Wesson is endin' you And I ain't changed since back in the day Get your shit split quick if you get in my face You wanna run wit' the dog Better
chase with the law The realest motherfucker that you ever saw [Kane] Yeah! Come in now man Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it [
when we travelin Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the Caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if
know how you've been for a while [Lil' Wayne] All I was taught was murder murder Kill drama, and nothin' less I strap tha Smith-Wess, and bust.. it in
cruisin) As long as you take me there (just cruisin) Somewhere to clear my mind (just cruisin) Just cruisin [Will Smith] Sun settin in the S-K-Y Must
of your imagination appears Will Smith Black suit, the black shades, the black shoes black tie with the black attitude New style black Ray-Bans I'm stunning man
get kidnapped by a masked man tossed in a black van either give us the cash, or they find your ass in a trash can I'ma mad man figurative, and literally
and Pac On the roads doin' shows, yeah 20 a pop She ain't gettin' shyt from me unless she talkin' brick money (Yay, yeah) I need that Will Smith money That K.Smith better man
better believe it you better believe it you better believe it my money dont fold i be gettin this dough you better believe it you better believe it you better
cause the K's fit good in the caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better
Smith & Wesson is endin' you And I ain't changed since back in the day Get your shit split quick if you get in my face You wanna run with the dog, better
day, I know, don't jinx it I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way I shit on folks, the opposite of R K
Yeah, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out
Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K