no-no. Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw Live in - action! Guaranteed - RAW! [Interlude:] "Who's comin' through? Y'all know who! DO! " [
up my last little dope I wonder if these boys got a scope on your fore' And I know they don't, really don't give a shit All I know, these niggas puttin
I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it I'll rock 'til the motherfuckin feds come knockin The owner of the hand, I can be the middleman
to try to be down Brother your best bet, is to cover your eyes, like Dee Brown (Cause it's a bum bum bum, bum-rush) And if I ask who popped shit, the
beh, bay-beh, bay-bee Ha! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi da When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah" Cha cha cha, who knows where
to do, I don?t be drinkin' no brew I do get high till I kiss the sky an straight up run this just Hindu I do I go under and under like true lies Shakin
bee Ha! I make it happen, ladi de, ladi da When I was a boy I said "Oh" but now I'm a man saying "Ah" Cha cha cha, who knows where the mouth goes
, that's a no, no Tell me I ain't the flyest nigga that you ever saw Live in action, guaranteed raw Who's coming through? Y'all know who Bed-Stuy Brooklyn
, I hustle by any means Take the blow, break it down, weigh it on triple beams I'll cook it, I'll whip it, I'll ship it, I'll flip it I'll rock 'til the
man instead Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin' People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion I
drag. I mean, they have to follow people around, you know. That's part of their job. Follow me around. I'm out on the highway and I'm drivin' down the
test the great, debate The broke I break you fake, like Greek plates Rrrah! Party in the morgue {*repeat 4X*} [Verse Four: M-Balmer] Bum-bum-bum
He saw himself as alive and I saw him dead. [All Murderess's] The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum [All without Mona
to try to be down Brother your best bet, is to cover your eyes, like Dee Brown ('Cuz it's a bum, bum, bum, bum-rush) And if I ask who popped shit, the
me another whiskey and I'll tell you what I'll do I'll tell you a funny story and a fact I promise, too That I was ever a decent man, not a one of
