side of this lyrical I'll appear in your dreams, like Freddie do, no kidding you Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you Soon as I
in, annoyin high pitched ringin We do the tap twist and twitch bringin Through soul and this cordless thingamajig Sure as Onyx's clippers etch a clue to your wig We
be seen on each and every TV screen? four legs good, two legs bad, four legs good, two legs bad. who needs experience when you have potential. but still
get back Runnin' on the stones Put you on my shoulders We can be the only one See the world's still spinnin' 'round Gettin' dizzy when we look There
whateva like wheatstraw Stuck servin my cocaine raw Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back Twenty over now that's mo' money to get Slick, we fin' to
hollerin' "Hootie hoo" when we see cops Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin' 'em slabs We better watch what we doin' and look out
I talked for twenty minutes By the time the party ended, you'd forgotten I'm still thinking about it Five years later You spoke an unfamiliar dialect (Comme ca?) Two
crew, there's no stoppin them We risin from the bottom to the top again The hot shit, we droppin 'em And through the storm and the rain We still together
I was just a lost soul, trapped in time Livin' in between life and the cracks were blind Even though we had hopes for dreams that never came Yet still we
die sooner Watch who you pass and it might be a reaper Watch my niggaz we'll jump when you least thought We came from the streets up, now we put g's
this nigga, putting two inside his rib cage Yo, Rampage Aeiyo, I see them niggas coming, now I'm dumbing We dead three niggas already, the next two we catch We
me of Madame Queen in hoodlum Spoiled the grandkids, each one she would treasure Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure The cigarette dangled, forty-five degree angle Still
Goodman) Ridin' on The City of New Orleans Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders Two conductors and a-twenty-five
, dope swords, five star general Raw be the quote rap style sore throat Through the fully operational, hand held tote mm-hmm [Break: (first two lines)] [Verse Two
just a Lost Soul, trapped in time Livin in between life, and the cracks were blind Even though we had hope for dreams that never came Yet and still we
Mr. Thomas, oh, Mr. Thomas, Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to feel Oh, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Thomas, Why don't we feel whatever we're supposed to
is black, rolls golden charms Twenty-two inch rims like Hulk Hogan's arms When thousands of peoples is riled up to see you That can arouse ya ego, we
ever been stung by a thousand hornets? Five hundred killa bees, buzzin' and really on it Whipped with CUBAN LINX, cut with LIQUID SWORDS Choked by IRONMAN 'til we