why I'm just driving and thinking how I survived here And I ain't seen Dre and Eminem in five years That sounds Shady right, I live a crazy life So many
are getting heavy, it's fight or flight you know how that goes, Facin' clocks is chasin', got me dodgin' obstacles, And every hour is like a tightrope I walk with greasy shoes
Say Even Though They Criticize Secretly They Fantasize But They Know Theyll Never Paid Be To Play Yea I'm a Kill One Of You Young Punks With A Old School
my boat shoes Huh? I swear my whole collection?s so cool I might walk in Nobu with no shoes He just walked in Nobu like it was Whole Foods! That nigga crazy
place I've been Make me recall my days in the New Jerusalem Story starts at Hootaville grew up next to Ivy Hill When kids were stealing quartervilles for fun "Kill
I am not basic I am not basic I am not a human being Now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby Rich nigga lookin at the cops all crazy Its the mob shit
fuck all night!) Don't test me when I'm crazy off that airplane group Put my foot down your throat 'til your shit's in my shoe Leave you screaming, pay
didn't. You seen it? You seen the show last night on TV? You seen nigga's rims man? You seen the new Jordans man? You see her ass yo? Yeah, yeah, that's crazy
talk about it When my niggas 'get 'em', that's when I Crush the building, how about that? [Chorus: Ready Roc (Redman) {Streetlife} ] Look at my shoes
shake it, And I'm shaking in my shoes [CHORUS] You know she's a natural woman You know she likes that fine You know she's a total killer, And she ain
'm shaking in my shoes You're gonna wreck my mind And I hope you do it all the time I love you're body 'cause it rocks You make me crazy, crazy like
, yo yo yo Carolyn, from Maryland, she Lady Heroin She elegant -- her apparel in the M-Class caravan Ki's of dope, lovin cats to ski in her dope She fuck killers
) Black Ed, Killa Black, Wee-Wop (real niggas) Body G, Divine, Hot Day (real niggas) J.L., Earnie, Q.T. (real niggas) Karate Joe, Big Killa, Beefstick
the Prada stilet's On the turntables, call me Gillette [Verse 4: Father MC] Yo! First of all big up to Nas the killer rip spitter The Q.B. hitter called
! Don't test me when i'm crazy off that airplane glue put my foot down your throat till you s**t in my shoe leave you screaming pay for my dry
thicky thicky thick (Murphy Lee) So basically I'm a joke right? Look me in the eyes and tell me if you don't lie When are you that shoes untied before