you'll be dead by 1 o'clock Maybe I'll be vaporized or crushed beneath some granite Bones will look at jim and say I'm just a doctor dammit I'm an extra
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home
I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherfuckin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice home
I'm New York's king, (I'm New York's hardest nigga) Anything in between's a (motherfuckin' target, nigga) D-B-(L-O-)C-K, (he spray) The hawk'll find a
out I'm New York's king, I'm New York's hardest n*gga Anything in between's a motherf**kin' target n*gga D-B-L-O-C-K he spray The hawk'll find a nice
He was often heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA He fought the champ in Pittsburgh And he slashed him to the ground He took on Tiny Tartanella
quick flip, like my patna Maceo I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa... Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks.... (
flip, like my patna Maceo I'm shinin on my haters, signin deals so I'm a paaaa... Twenty G's on the chain, and I'm still worth a couple blocks.... (
Never hesitant, opposition get settled here with Sharp shit that'll rip through one hundred layers of Kevlar Sharp like the jim star, exiled, son, he get sent far He's
of "O"s I'd break their windows with a stone that has a note attatched that says "I hate Jim Crow, and here's a poem to let you know the haps:" "I've
clout He was often heard to say I'm a free born man of the USA He fought the champ in Pittsburgh And he slashed him to the ground He took on Tiny Tartanella
Master P up in chain, is he dead he's a man But I be bustin', hustlin', niggaz ain't trustin' I'm a soldier, that's why niggaz ain't trustin' No bitch
! And he's headed for the ground At a hundred and seventy five thousand miles per hour And curchunk he's impeded in your head! You're dead on contact
