I've got my hand in your head I've got my hand in your head I've got my hand in your head I've got my hand in your head I've got my hand in your head
devil, you had better keep your hands above the waist Everything you touch will turn to sand when you see the world as nothing more than money in your hand
t got nothing left but ur word and ur balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with they hands out Checking for ur record
your fucking arm Unless you apologize and pick on someone your size Not too cookoo-hit you-but the 4 to the 5 Point it to your nose Now your blood turns
I gets down (HOO) Twist your body {*singing*} round and round, upside down Chorus: Busta Rhymes C'mon, yo, throw your hands c'mon Bitch grab your tits
schoolin The mic, this mic in my hand, I'm rulin So prepare your mind for my lifeline And meet the new Queen of Royal Badness Latifah has the spirit so head
I'm droppin Kangol slanted, Ghost'll ran with it, hippie hung-out Club bandit never empty-handed when I brand it Mark callin Austin, Mark callin Austin
go at a bitch The type to shoot the gift, and blow every clip I know this money like the back of my hand, you get the back of my hand Just like a fiend
street Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat Yo, we got the obscure shit for the street Nevertheless, we split your head and your
, I flex my Bentley wings Damn, over your head, got a problem Keepin' lyrics down to earth so normal niggas can solve 'em But the game's extreme so quit your
the set in other words, I'm in effect Grab your cassettes, hit your rewinds and your ejects Tell your friends that Ak is back and Ak is def Another head
eyes see the blood That mean the creep start workin' Niggas never learnin' that They eyes keep lurkin' Have ya janitor Pumpin' your X 5 merkin' Skid marks the street Your
Have you marked for death, you're whole family gone Got 'em pounds of that green, we call it the Hawks D-Block, one time, we call it New York Get money
your craft-matic Before you be sueing doc for malpractice You couldn't bang from start Your girl see you beat up and shit Get a change of heart Flaming dark spit it, name a mark
windows, I'm puffin' like Diddy Ridin' 'cause the haters face mad, team gritty Honk your horn twice if your missies lookin' pretty Well, if you run wit your
$hort Fuckin' with Too $hort, Too $hort (Bitch) Too $hort, Too $hort Now fuck around and get a 5 finger hand plant Straight across your face To make