t know why You point out my splinter There's a huge beam in your eye He said that I have A lot of work to do You threw a lot of stones But live in a glass
then a centipede on enemies One of a kind, once in a lifetime rhymes is written It goes on, as long as time commences [Nickatina a?? Chorus] Shit, it's like a
some think it's a bad thing Hitting 'em off with the C & H pure cane I get stuck in your membrane I'm like a pimp at a party when you say look at them
, cause a nigga got rich Got a lot of paper, you can't fuck with me If you got a problem with the Boss, come get me Quit all the talking, start with the