I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself, Mr.
Feeling sorrow for all the things you had to steal and borrow. Bring back the days we had before tomorrow relapse and then collapse into yourself once
so fast Open your eyes Yourself apprise All empires find their demise The taller they are, the harder they fall The snowball Is on the roll Open your eyes Yourself apprise New
a party Girls are scantily clad and showin body A chich walks by you wish you could sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days
't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself,
then suck my.... Dictations how I write my raps Cold maxin' with two freaks upon my lap Chillin' on the phone,bookin' more def shows An' if the freaks get illy I smack the.... Whole days
you get to realize Just as long as you have control Holding the fire Just as long as you can control This point of your desire Great days, it will all
I can't conceive that leaves will grow on trees In loweth the breeze and come back next spring But the perplexities of life brings more days that form new
party Girls are scantily clad and showin' body A chick walks by you wish you could sex her But you're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days
block would call ill? Never catch me at the ball out spot with small bills Innovative rapper, rhyme in new ways When I spit niggaz cough up blood for two days
around that college town With your new life, your new lover you found And you are keeping her up at night, bringing her down She'll watch you drink yourself
it going on Got, love in the streets and played on the air But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair Had to separate ourself, bring in a new
First time in rap history Your mind will be tooken to a level Prepare yourself When I relax with thoughts, then my brain Hovers New York, my third eye
dart specialist, Knahmean? Golden Arms, yo MethTical, John, John do your thing, thing What? Check it The all eye seein', heavenly divine The truth brings
't I don't be recognizin all that new jack shit Yo we don't play, we don't play that shit youknowhatI'msayin? (Please Mr. Producer, explain yourself
For all a y'all, just enjoy yourself Makin' your own job, employ yourself Don't destroy yourself and don't be fooled I'm not old skool, or new skool
broads chase me That never taste the pastry (Naw, my man lace me) But ask yourself what has he really done lately? See, I'm the type that take ya to new