' down [Justin (rapping):] Yo some people say my solo is impossible But when I get up on the mic, yo, I'm unstoppable And it's probable when ya hear
birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth The first time I went to stick it up the shit hurt Moms wouldn't take it, the bitch still hates
tracks my brother cory d my man terry dale who brought it to the plate and made it sound great scott weiland and the melody man if you cant sing
Life's filled with graaaay... But now, it comes clean... Leaves fall, awaaaaaay... Hip-hop is playing again And it's bangin, toooo... Know it's bangin
pay check to get in here fam Oh that's how you want it? Alright, enjoy it while it last [Hook:] I rock, I roll, I did it, I live it, I know You got problems
a balance Man Fuck you I wont change it's my land it's quite strange I won't conform the victim and hope I do the right thing It's my world, I ain't
and Im loaded Everything you here in your jeep I wrote it If it aint good life man I dont live it If the raps hot then baby musta did it Aint no time
When it comes to rock, give it all we got To be MC's, we got what it takes Let the poppers pop and the breakers break We're cool cool cats, it's like
Intro: Raekwon] When I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying But it
the bomb it, keep you reek niggas in bondage A convicts we Allah, then we bomb it We trom it, it take a Terror Squad to dis arm it We layin with grenades
hoes I'm telling you this And I'm telling you that While I'm riding atop the back of a black cat when I heard you album I thought it sounded like
(Kool-Aid) hats. Into the graveyard, but prepare to get (drugged up on the Clair to tear a round) 'fore somebody gets stuck. You still won't want some, bitch, but
the sixties I knew it was on when our God was shown But I was caught up in the mix of some glittery shit A.T. him and Mase makin' mils wit' it I ain't mad but
I'm gettin' down Yo some people say my solo is impossible But when I get up on the MIC, yo, I'm unstoppable And it's probable when ya hear our voices
bunch of niggaz with some tight ass raps It's like Father Dom, it's like Keith Murray Making millionaires but it ain't no hurry 'Cause we all in it for
the call Bitch on the phone, jackin? off Sounded like she was havin? fun Playin? with her pearl tongue I said, ?Bitch, I?m on my way? I give it to you
some ends A mobile phone and a drop top benz Take it from me, see 'cause I know what it's about Kick a big fat dick in a bitches mouth And keep riding, high siding, but
I write my lyrics, it's like, it's like I want my shit to be phat, I want people to be able to understand Yo, Anybody can rhyme, youknowhatimsaying But it
