your soles. Leave your head in the sun and keep none... i wish for you, spiderman, have a great plan. With train tracks on your soles. (Thanks to recipesfordisaster for
who sits behind the table? Some Jewish muthafucka that don't know shit Tryin' to tell y'all, what's a fuckin' street hit The shit's way off course It
I'm entertainin' Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin' Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot shit!) Uh uh uh so feel me when I bring it, sing
With a gat in the hand runnin' wild in the land With a pocket full of boulders Po po, know they can't hold us When they east dog comin' from the shoulders
side of society they don't see on TV So when I bring the shit, I bring the shit like I seen it And when I scream the shit, I sing the shit like I mean
bus' back, We hit 'em when we see 'em comin' back for more, Back for more.. [Verse 8 - Mack Maine] Michael Wade family in the building you can't hold
finga all y'all niggaz hit the decks 'Cause ain't no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The green-eyed bandit can't
't a nigga who could hang Or pop yang, about a motherfuckin' thang And uh, fuck any bitch who can't hang I'm representin' bitches universal, it go, one for
painted, fans fainted while I'm entertainin' Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin' Plus I hang with Hannibal Lector, hot shit So feel me when I bring it, sing
while I'm entertainin Wild ain't it? How me and money end up hangin I hang with Hannibal Lector (HOT SHIT!) so feel me when I bring it Sing it loud (
can dip you can slide You can duck you can ride you can flee I give a nigga, one test now it's one less That's how easily you can be eliminated Program
life, ain't no stupid rules Gotta go for yours at all times Cause if you don't, nigga yours will be mine And I won't go to bed early, won't sleep too
don't stop rapping and you know that shit Sucker MC's with your record deal Most tapes out now couldn't be real 'Cause your tracks ain't shit, dreaming
for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for, it has to be You set yourself up for catastrophe I can see what you see what you asked for
me right along Nigga ran away from home, doin' different wild shit Just to put a pair of Filas on, 'Didas on Wreck is all for the good, gettin' into shit
and drop for me D Boys rock with me Come buy the bar with me Dime pieces smile for me And all my gangsta niggaz wild for me Throughout the crowd with
his ass The only fool dumb enough to flunk his P.E. Class It's not that he's dumb, he's just wild and he's ignorant Known for gettin' mad drunk and gettin
the clock For pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock' Was out in the street when he met this sister Who couldn't sing for shhhh but the mix wit' her
