fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got dusted Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the town is funky
They never test me just because they don't rock and roll I'm singin', oh my God, Lord have mercy Thought fools were gettin' bad but now they're even gettin
I swarm like helicopters, after robbers, at fiends gettin dollars The lyrical street fighter call me sagat Blazin hot like the bullet from somebody gettin
you outHUUUH Don't u call this a regular jam I'm gonna rock this land I'm gonna take this itty bitty world by storm And I'm just gettin warm Just like
no squabble just necks gettin throttled You thought it was a bottle it was just self control From me knockin you the fuck out layin you out cold (God
s not like I'm pleadin' So don't get supe, peasant, stop speedin' 'Cuz I'm about to rain, and when I rain I don't drizzle It's gettin' hot in here, we
he is the son of God) {*beat drowns out whispered vocals*} [king tee] Three strike you're out they're makin niggaz behave No more slaps on the wrist gettin
a guitar, cold gettin' down I tried to bust a high note But I bust a string My God was worried 'Til he heard me sing My name is Prince and I am funky
leather so soft but don't think I ain't hard Bitch say Weezy make it rain, I say bitch I ain't God But I am God's son, but you know I ain't Nas See,
Okay, My Leather So Soft But Don't Think I Ain't Hard Bitch Say Weezy Make It Rain, I Say Bitch I Ain't God But I Am God's Son, But You Know I Ain't Nas
good good god We elevate yall, good good god We elevate yall, good good god We elevate yall, good good god We elevate yall, good good god We elevate yall, good good god
Do my thing, blow off the roof on 187-Proof It's gettin' funky, it's gettin' funky It's the formula, murder was the case that they gave me Dear God,
cope For my brother, I even kill a Pope, word to mother Serial, killa, style from the Isle of Stat My peoples are you with me where you at? Shit's gettin
same nigga that handled my daddy dough I know that he sheisty, but this nigga just don't know Swear to God I ain't 'bout it, but this nigga just don't
Play that funky music Play that funky music, white boy Play that funky music Play that funky music, white boy I?m back and I?m ringin? the bell A rockin
along Name of Louis Armstrong Said that girl who left me silly She liked the looks of me and my willy So I found her in the Quarter Good God, how I