Headaches over head then your beat breaks
 Lyrics modum only cause you rode 'em to my scrotum
 Hoping makes a pretty penny, if any, one of many, we're coming through
 Smacking ya wit something we seen in Street Fighter II
 Big D's like E Honda, bite like Blancka, or flip Ms. Chun Li best be
 easy baby
 You'll get the fair fist from the figure only get O sopranoes
 Get dismantle, too hot to handle, I am
 Grunt fiddle hawk when I talk
 Then I speak in ahlf Porturican brother from New York
 Or I'll smack you wit a ?corlota coat hero?
 You didn't figure nigga I'll smoke ya
 Sharp duck, I'm running amuck
 I jock it for the mic, ?coov? I give less than a fuk
 Peeping, I'll freak it then speak it across the border
 Now troublemakers and we're not taking your orders
 The water, don't wanna be deceived
 I'm bucking some change, now I feel fuking naive
 'Cause I'm living my day beat in the city of scum
 I'm in a different one daily and it's yours, that's the one
 That got drop, crooked cop shoot your shots
 Putting technically emphetic, you people are plops
 Now that I go pass go, I don't know, yo, bro
 I feel like I'm still in the ghetto
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 Put me in a house on the hill(still in the ghetto)
 Hit me till my tanks on filled(still in the ghetto)
 Get me a job so I don't have to rob, why do I wanna kill(Still in the
 ghetto)
 Now bust it, sit back, I'm bout to rip it
 Trust it, the styles like lusted
 And wicked, loosely, who me I'm groovy
 I saw Fritz the cat when it was in the fuking movies
 'Cause I go back like pitching pennies on a project step
 One of five when the bullet fly live
 When a rebel pulled a card, steady yard
 I ride around and rip the niggy get dope, it's just too hard
 Why brothers kill one another like coppers get undercovers
 When all we really got is one another
 A brother could feed me but if it needs me
 If I'm greedy, then what of myself do I discovered
 Say what I know, see what I saw
 Do what I did so kid, I'm sliding through the door
 Ticket get wit the shorty wit his eye on the tech
 Kick it to the crew that's not all safe sex
 Even kick it wit the man wit a plate pig neck juice
 Kid, I get loose like a ferret
 Why front, I've been rocking suits since the Parrot
 Le Bush Von negro, kid I'm crazy ghetto
 Yea, yo, tiptoe, through your road wit amigoes
 Ready or not, here come the Sheep to relieve
 Pull it off the kuff while we're wearing short sleeves
 Get it, got it, good
 Put it in you stereo and blast it in your hood
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 Now if its checkers, chess, or song survivors
 I'm gonna catch wreck like I was a drunk driver
 But how's your hand-o in the ghetto
 Only thing you got is what you had from the get (ready) go
 Yo, you can't trust even if your tight
 'Cause they hug wit the left, stab you wit the right
 Love the Estoria and blan by Corona
 I'm still the same, I still got game in Barcelona
 Don't think I forgot where I been when you see me in a crowd
 Come in, no one's allowed, I hope I make you proud
 And as for those that never liked me
 You can go to hell and sight see
 The past is an ash, gone like spent cash
 Peace, boom bash, I won't dash
 I'm rollin through your region wit the Legion, reason
 Thought it was a rabbit, kid, it's duck season
 Don't think up I'm letting selling out, don't forget and
 Don't think I won't represent man
 Take a brother out and where he was is in him
 Drop 'em then I'm wearing silk, corduroy, or denim
 Make your mom's mom or make your kids do the jerk
 Comments couldn't faze me if they came from Captain Kirk
 Or the brown docking do in the sand, I can do 'em
 Throw a rhyme beat like my name were Warren Moon
 Hold back, why black, I never turn blue
 I'm chilling wit Pamela Anderson, we're both bout due
 Get ready for the new, yo, we'll show it
 Call the record week and it'll be here before you know it
 So on the real, don't sweat, where's my beds at
 No matter where it goes, I know where my heads at
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