smilin The hardcore rap act is back Ha ha, ha ha, now who's rhymin? hardcore The hardcore rap act is back No I, no I ain't smilin Now to my style there
soul food In other words sex, yeah that?s better I threw on the Jordache, the izog sweater That was in style then, come on don?t laugh Sergio?s, Lee
in the air if ya feel me Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night Hit the switch on yo six fo's Naps, rock, skit West Coast style T-shirt, khakalack, swerve in the Cadillac Young
Schwarzenegger style I'll break you back and your neck, believe me; I've been thru a lot of shit, be happy that you could afford to miss Understand, I am just a young
price is right I'll pull a dj quik "tonite is the night" (murphy lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid
and seen so many faces But none of these motherfuckers do it like me Don't no motherfuckin' click do it like we Guess I'm doin' the right thing like Spike Lee
put on display for the display i displayin Half you niggaz is dyin and all the rest are decaying Im doin tracks in motels, steady rockin girls bells Kinda like a young
your price is right I'll pull a DJ Quik "tonite is the night" (Murphy Lee) Hold on, so I can tell 'em who I is, a young school boy with one kid I
Yeah yeah, Big L, Corleone My nigga C-Town, my big brother Big Lee holding it down Flamboyant baby, for life We taking over, coming to a theater near
grammar; no shots strayin' I'm so sober when I speak I call it catchin' bullets with my teeth You can feel it in your chest Like Bruce Lee jumpin' on
my ninety-five drive I'm deep like d-cell with my Crimson Tide, nigga Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee with a Tale
(feat. Lee Harvey, Nako) [Intro - Malice] Clip niggaz It's not a game, Star Trak It's like that, what, check it Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1 - Malice] It's the
it up, drop it, work dat back, Hustle now, hurry now shawty make dat stack, (Yeeaaaaaah!) {Queens! } Girl work it out. (hahahaha!) - Work it out... (whooooo!) [Young
got Jeep make ya speakers pop I want muthafucking police trying to pull niggas over on this one We taking this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style Thug style
been around it Shawty wanna shake the spot like right now 5 cut a cranberry saturn right now Mama got back, pretty little thang Kicked in the door with bullied out the game PYT, pretty young
rappin about diamonds and Dom P Moet and bubbly, while you front your wife and girlfriend hug me Studio gangsters lamp at Fort Lee With transexuals tryin
visible molecule A space night like Rom, consume planets like Unicron Blasting photon bombs from the arm like Galvatron [Verse Two: U-God] United Nations, gun fire style
the sleeper shoulda woke up Now you're in my sight, the buddha sess you smoke up That's the element you carry your rhymes on but that style of rhyme won
