I'm starting to think we can be more than where we set our feet so lets start doing everything we can LETS MAKE A PLAN! So tell me what it is you're
ice, but ice can't take my problems away But it sure feel good to know that I can blow twenties Z-Ro a money making machine dollars no pennies Nigga please, it
the motherfucker proved it Suicide this, suicide that - DO IT! All that physical shit I've done been through it You had your chance to take it to the stage and you blew it
the drama bitch what? We can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel Is he real is he real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket Like that cock back quick to pull my strap Just to
Dynamite, dynamite, Clef I got the cash Yo, let's skip town like Harlem nights We make moves in stage coaches Ra Digga likes the roaches if anyone approaches We
the drama bitch what? We can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel Is he real, is he real? Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the
, when I strike I do it quickly Creep up on my victims swiftly, make it hard for you to stick me Cuz if we shoot it out, cuz if I die tonight you coming
it in at my heart and don't wanna leave yeah what I think not ya know we hate cops imagine if nigga bought every donut shop in the city fuck it in the
await you wicked the wind seems to whisper Spectres surround you You don't realize you've stepped beyond your realm And only time will tell if you can make it
they're never ever gonna get that close We play board games, Connect Four, Tic-tac-toe We play war games, more flames, spit that foe Oh, Battleship, sink that boat If it
work A baby sucking sweets Dribbling down his quilt It is all this city it is all this city All this city ====================================================================
too thorough, nigga I make moves, cause bowels to move When I'm creeping through your hood with a thousand little dudes Um. We're the peace like Islam I make
I can't help it, I'm heartless, ya can't hack it With my six-shooters on my hips and dusty jacket Like that, cock back, quick to pull my strap Just to
And we are the krush grooving, the body-moving The record making and the record breaking And it goes a little something like this Uh, oh, frickity, uh
But tonight's your sister act. [Velma Kelly] Don't sweat it. I'll can do it alone. Shit! All right! [Dance Captain?] Move it! Move it! Hurry up! [