Woorden:
The Stairs Forty Two

than an arrow Plus in Trinidad I'm treated like the mighty sparrow Freestylin' son, like there was no tomorrow Hence the reason why your bitch ass would love to follow Two

I'm happily married with a house and three mistresses Even with the beard I'm not as hairy as my sister is Got a new Hummer, two Ferraris, and some Lexuses

do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us? Aww yeah, do you wanna ride wit us? Who ride wit us? Livin' it up, shakin', makin' the hood turn Boil and burn, two

the stairs She's in the bedroom with that boy of hers Though her face is creased and her eyes seem strange There's a second-hand emotion on battered forty

jumped right through the window buckin' a pistol I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the bullets on the way to the stairs Feelin' hot bullets fly over

in the battle The ruff days, these two bullets niggaz tattle I'm immune to them tuff-talk, them big boy stanze You coming in pairs, then two bodies by the stairs

keep the dishrack? these things used to be mine I guess they still are, I want them back Broke into the old apartment Forty-two stairs from the street

up We be cuttin it up, scufflin to muffle it up Homeboy diggy daz (now with kurupt) [Chorus] [kurupt] Livin it up -- shakin, makin the hood turn Boil and burn, two

blazing dude Your head was a juke joint So you get two dimes Cause you got two highs Two niggas want to smoke So you got two lies Think you see two hoes