me their gaze be all crazy y'all They say I'm a myth Trust me if somebody riff Out of the depth of your imagination appears Will Smith Black suit, the
realize That you've been rocked with Jeff's plain skills The diobolocal, and my man Will And we're (so fresh) [Will Smith] Ha, Big Will is (so fresh
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
they neva made candy paint for Impalas? My down south niggas'll will out Word up My west coast niggas'll will out Word up What if computers shut down for the y2k
Jeff again, oh my, you say 1985 to the Y2K The new millennium, prophesies, I'm fulfillin' 'em Everywhere I go, people be yellin?, "Yo, that's Will and
were dropped We seein' them on CNN, they just won't stop The infrared images of brutal attack He said, "Daddy now we killin' em back"; (right, right) [CHORUS - (2
That's A.K.A. for actin' gay Concoct your own acronym for "Prez is gonna spray" Best believe me, I'll do it, my words are the truest And I will throw
ergh.. [AUDIENCE MEMBER 2] Yeah I love your stuff; yeah it's rugged and ruff I'm in to hip hop me, I'm in to will smith and puff It must have been tuff
where your head'll be found And it's good that you gettin it now, in the precinct confessin it now I can't fuck with the rest of you clowns, faggot [Verse 2
Smash, down another puppy pound clown With the round from my smith And watch his body shift Drift his soul in the wind as they carry you And big k-o can
The incredible unforgettable B Izzah give me Rrah K-I, with the E I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali Hey!The way I get down you will say "Damn
Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is just straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door Tical
school sittin' on glaze, what could it be? (You know they ass is full) Niggas can't fuck with me, will stit I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will Smith
Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide [Verse Three: Method Man] 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
money (yeah)(aye)I need that Will Smith Money That K Smith betta mane That Fresh Prince money Aint shit funny A Yungin' doing songs with Ray So make way for the lil' kid money (chorus x2
time again, It?s been too long, It?s Family Reunion (Joe Budden) Mic check, Mic check (Killah BH) We gotta school yall to the game (1, 2, 1, 2), You
result Been killing long cock since ten years old See I blend this old-game with this new And ain't no telling what a bitch will do Now picture you In
Wadha is [Kanye West:] I made me laugh yo But if you do the math though [Fabolous:] I've been gettin money since Kojak had a afro [Kanye West:] I've been fresh since Will Smith