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a teacher Everybody class is in session put'cha ears up and a mirror speaker And the day's lesser than simple if you don't work, you don't eat And the
me, but it ain't gon be no easy task See me with the Mac-11, sending fifty through your glass Am I losing my mind, I don't know and I don't really give
you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Uh, uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga Uh...and if you don't know, now you know, nigga, uh Representin
-Hah I got you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the disco tech Woo-Hah I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever
Junior lean bank account stretching like rubber beans Rubber bands till some crazy rims are sipping fam Right here in this city this vacinity Don't pitty me pity the fool cause I'm like mr t
they sed I was really really bad Didn't really make me sad Im used to being tha loser But u I think ure super So much I had to pursue ya I don belive
you all in check And you know we come through to wreck the disco tech Woo hah, I got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air don't ever disrespect
don't know, now you know, you know You know very well who you are Don't let 'em hold you down, reach for the stars (And if you don't know, now you know
drawin' flyers The crowd is fat, the people jumpin' over wires The 5 train runnin', the crew comin' down from Dyer Footline express, the last car but we don't
rims on every ride? Cause I got to, I got to nigga Live life you ain't gone live it twice Pop 'cris, smoke dro, and get that white Don't worry 'bout
rims on every ride? Cause I got to, I got to nigga Live life you ain't gone live it twice Pop 'cris, smoke dro, and get that white Don't worry '
the drop check em throughly The bastard might spin around and try to bury me And dead niggaz don't make no moves When I'm slingin in the hood I don't
let my nigga drive I'ma chill in the back I'm mashing and dashing, I ain't clashing my lac I'ma smoke janey, the radio don't play me Except the real niggas
makes it sexy Sex reminds her of eating spaghetti I am wasted but I'm ready If you wanna move it so, why don't you make it go? Prove to everybody who doesn't
get respect And if you think you can, mess with the magical man I rock the mic do what I like and plus I got a plan So don't be missin don't be listenin
the kids for a second Tom: Do you think you can talk for enough time Mark: No uh uh Tom: Why don't you gather your thoughts Mark: Why don't you just
