know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'cause I go crazy Nigga, don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my
the residue and the fumes from next do' Ughhh, turf superstar, microwaves and pickle jars Portable digital scales, custom painted muscle cars Pimpin where the razor blade
I'm not marked for death, so stop the blood clot cryin' This ain't The Wizard of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it I take it slow 'cause I'll
2na, rocks the house And to my brother Nu-Mark, rocks the house And to my man Marc 7even, rocks the house And to my brother Hani, rocks the house And
lips sink boats, try your best to swim captain of your ship, do ya best and grin never let 'em see you sweat the stress again and make a new direction
Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life I write twice and drop singles in record pools Niggas I'm dunkin like when cops mingle, fuck hip hop jingles Rhymin big words and
ass down fo, cuz that's the trade mark Where nothing but brave hearts, thug relutional Never thought when a muthafucka losing crutal Collect the doe, thinking ahh and
and I'm gon' stay alive I think you want my bitches, I envy I owe niggas I'm gonna reach the sky, get on some food and we ain't gon' stop now [Ghostface
i find em ima be curryin what can i say you know i love to study machete in my pocket and i keep the blade boody gotta test comin up and i know i need
card [Trick Daddy] Nigga don't be fuckin' wit' my cheese You know I'm 'bout my B's You better have my cheese 'Cause I go crazy [repeat] [Money Mark
through skatin, and they done start hatin Twenty-eight D-U-B's on rotate These haters roll dank, I tell 'em get'chu straight Twenty-eight D-U-B's on
(feat. Mark B) It ain't about nothin' but self satisfaction Everythin' else is just a bonus. Open the doors, let the savage in Hard rhymes begin. Rap
feat. Mark B) [Sample: Get on up! Do what you wanna do!] [Blade:] Will I be rated as one of the greatest rappers on the planet? I doubt it Will Mark
and it's over, arrest over in October Punch a hole through your solar plex, and it's OVER I mark X on your chest -- it's over, and bury the dead Ain't
excel And at the same time we're building our clientele [Lewis Parker] Yeah, it's like jealous ones envy Mark B, Blade and Parker Cocktails and long
