the lamps: "Have some madeira, m'dear, You really have nothing to fear; I'm not trying to tempt you, that wouldn't be right, You shouldn't drink spirits at
tattoo with my name on it Make her feel like I'm the man for her But she lookin' suspicious And somebody at the front door Now she looking scared Soon
Oh yes like Santana baby, you know what this is, it?s ME! Mr. Xkwisyt to all these sucka?s out here (you know who you be!) Xkwisyt it what ya?ll can call
at, the block where I chill at Where I keep it real at, and used to pack steel At times I feel it's the spot I'll get killed at [Verse 2] Now in the
trick BELIEVE THAT! yo I can see that, all you ask is where the weed at? you vision is as far as whereever you throw the seed at Look at Malcolm X and
man, look at your kids orphans now Used to just smack rappers I'm extorting them now Taking all that's important to them now down to your bitch Nigga you sick fronting like you
variety run of the mill gangster bullshit Y'all hardcore, but you got a edge Just look at ya, together You, you little black stovepipe colored nigga You
still book me You shook G... word up... hah hah... If you see a bag of weed on the floor motherfucker What the fuck you gon do Pick it up, pick it up If you
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you are a very dying race Placing trust upon a cruel world. You never had the things you thought you should have had And you'll not get them now,
you, like you was my gal or something Simply cause you gave a damn about me, when I had nothing When all the homies use to laugh at me, because I was broke You
the right To a night at the opera now? Have you asked of yourselves What's the price you might pay? Is it simply a game For rich young boys to play? The