said if you want your music sold you should Be smart or lucky If you can't break the mould, break the rules Make friends or money But if you would be King be
both of us it want excatly spacious Never had a lot though I didn't know though Only little bit of cash I'd make is if I did a show [?] I was really lucky
me Get your ass on over here and show me Stop wasting time And if you need me get your act together boy And show me You should be mine All in love is
re hot But they hate you when you're not When I pull up to the spot I make your girls jaw drop I've never been shy And your lucky I'm alive Because if
make me cream rich I want the green in my hand first you greedy bitch Your lucky to have me Or else you people wouldn't see How sick of an mc a white kid could be
your nikes on Cause when we fight it's in the middle of the night with no lights on. Hey!! There must be a God cause I feel lucky, Paranoid out my
be scared to pick the mic up again Lyrically you on the level of 'Green, Eggs and Ham' Your best bet is fold 'cause I gots a bigger hand Plus I'm
ll carry, we holdin' on. Here I'm tellin' my trues to please be strong. Don't you know we be holdin', won't be long! We the niggas that got it and everybody
[Krayzie Bone:] Every time I, turn arouuuund [x4] Every time I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin on a bad plan Tryin to deal a nigga a bad hand One
down and his system up So, will the real Shady please stand up? And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta
and his system up So, will the real Shady please stand up? And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta ya mind and outta control
be motherfucker Punk, pussy, bitch or G motherfucker Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker Verse 2 When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog, Show
Let me lay my hand across yours And aim a kiss upon your cheek They name's Plug Two And from the soul I bring you The Daisy of your choice May it be filled
Because there's heat beneath your winter let me in Must be lucky whether when you find the kind of wind that you need Come on show me all the light and
from My Sharona (Fieger/Averre)] Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand? Hey Punk, where you goin' with that flower in your hand? Well
don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be in your group
