T for tech out to get the scratch, it ain't easy, bitch believe me. Pimps, playas, hustlas, ballas, shot callas, all of us. T for tech out to get the
Shady) When I go out, I'm-a go out shootin' I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to da club, stupid I'm tryin' to clear up my fuckin' image
been feelin' like givin' up The pain inside makes me Wanna reach out and touch someone Anyone who feels that I Ain't been hurt enough You best duck or get stuck 'Cos man I been hurtin' for
into Uma Thurman, a dude's virgin Verses lettin' superfulious with no purpose **** Continue to walk this earth's surface I was birthed for hip-hop branch out
nigga made out, The shit that I was given, Look what a nigga came out Momma sewing patches on my holes, Man, our hoes couldn't put this flame out. Straight
uh huh uh Feast for Hi-Teknological, neurological It's unstoppable, check it out I'm fantastic, furious like the Five from B'lawn Brooklyn phenom', diss all peons, flow for
D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?) Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz for lettin' that line leak out
cream still Blasphemous mind, ill steal rhyme skill Nas couldn't rhyme for this, Nickel-Nine will I go through, cool out, blow a whole crew Cool out bro, out
the streets up to no good Tryin to make good and get out the hood like I did, and I'm gon' help 'em do it Cause I got love for my real niggaz and I
in '98, fuck an album, when I need CREAM It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants When I hung around broke niggas, and broke bitches
five, with the same old guy With the same cold eyes, I looked out the building Saw the same cop car roll by It woke me out the trance when I heard a shot
coal The flame blows from out my brain holes like a volcano The brain begins to process as we start the conquest From out the physical bondage, the thought
an album, when I need CREAM It's on, nigga, faggots, better check out their accountants When I hung around broke niggaz and broke bitches You know what
for some ass Oh well, hold up, listen partner, I ain't no cheap thrill 'Cause Miss Badu's always comin' for real And you know the deal Every time we go
can you imagine what I'm about to do The places I'm 'bout to go and the money I'm bout to see Gave Bill Gates some binoculars and said, look out for me
and kill You try to stop it, get yo' shit broke up in twenty pieces We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret features Game preachers move yo' pimpin' for
you You lookin' at a man that would Die for his daughter, just to let her breathe And I'd definitely die for Jesus, 'cause he died for me Give my eyes
out" Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out 'Cause when I came, I was draped up and dripped out Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out Peace out