where your head'll be found And it's good that you gettin it now, in the precinct confessin it now I can't fuck with the rest of you clowns, faggot [Verse 2
Smash, down another puppy pound clown With the round from my smith And watch his body shift Drift his soul in the wind as they carry you And big k-o can
The incredible unforgettable B Izzah give me Rrah K-I, with the E I got mo' rhymes than Muhammad Ali Hey!The way I get down you will say "Damn
Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is just straight suicide 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2 murder 1 lyric at your door Tical
school sittin' on glaze, what could it be? (You know they ass is full) Niggas can't fuck with me, will stit I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will Smith
Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild (Fuckin with us) is a straight suicide [Verse Three: Method Man] 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 Murder 1 lyric at your door
money (yeah)(aye)I need that Will Smith Money That K Smith betta mane That Fresh Prince money Aint shit funny A Yungin' doing songs with Ray So make way for the lil' kid money (chorus x2
time again, It?s been too long, It?s Family Reunion (Joe Budden) Mic check, Mic check (Killah BH) We gotta school yall to the game (1, 2, 1, 2), You
result Been killing long cock since ten years old See I blend this old-game with this new And ain't no telling what a bitch will do Now picture you In
Wadha is [Kanye West:] I made me laugh yo But if you do the math though [Fabolous:] I've been gettin money since Kojak had a afro [Kanye West:] I've been fresh since Will Smith
me Negative they don't get that close [Verse 2 - Freeway (Beanie)] Its Free, listen Blow trees with Mac Mittens (No we didn't) Yes we did! (Switch beginnings) Smith
ounces and 3 bottle's of jack 2 fifth's in the back and everyone i'm with's strapped What ever happens I'm chin checkin' and wreckin' fools Try disrespecting me My Smith
could it be? [Verse 3:] (You know they ass is full) Niggas can't fuck with me, will stit! I guess I am a motha fuckin' legend, Will Smith All I'm missin
Me (x2) Is it shades? Is it jaze? Is it the bentley with full color waze All old school setining On blaze What could be? [vers 2] It?s 2 clock
2x): Ey, Kuck wir sind die Fakker im Biz Komm, wer hat soviel Klasse wie ich? Stopp, nachster Stopp Zukunft war gestern Wir bringen wie Will Smith den
shit, you're dissin, i got you in my night vision Brain fragments on the street released Another nigga fronts hard, another nigga deceased I got a H.K., A.K
see me their gaze be all crazy y'all They say I'm a myth Trust me if somebody riff Out of the depth of your imagination appears Will Smith Black suit