Have you seen your mother, baby, standing in the shadow? Have you had another, baby, standing in the shadow? I'm glad I opened your eyes The have-nots
I'm getting wise to you You're going to see I'm going to work on you The way you worked on me I got a sharper aim And you're in my sights And if
He walks along singing his fairy song Picking up magic that grows at his feet She says the same her peculiar way Dreaming good fortune on everyone's street
Lookin' at the devil grinnin' at his gun Fingers start shakin', I begin to run Bullets start chasin', I begin to stop We begin to wrestle, I was on the
Stones and bones and marigolds Flowers stones and bones Stones and bones, you?ve scarred my soul This is not my home In the house upon the hill Things
are you alive Singin' na, na, na, na, na, na [X4] They call me black Jesus, white Moses Heaven freezes, Hell closes B-Boy posin', punk rock chicks,
Ow, come here boy I met a drummer last week At a pool bar, down b-by the shore With a body like that, and your stone washed eyes I want you more He
, Sessilee Lopez Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls I wonder how it feel to lower Stone
Throwing steel at my forehead, my faith still strong With all I've been through, you would think my faith gone But nope, I hold my stance in stone I
the song (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like B.I. Frank White, your
least an hour late I'm so fresh I should be arrested new Tody Chester with my nuts on your chest b-tch she said "hey 'Ye" I said "Yes B-tch" damn I'm
so well endowed pull b-tches from M.I.A. to A.T.L. in style and in crowds catch me in town on the strip in vegas chillin' fillin b-tches' faces with babies
niggas is worthless in the money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops,
I C E B E R G What's that spell? Iceberg, nigga, can't you read? Time to bleed slaughter slice Try to say I wasn't nice as we waxed them punks like lab
me You won't play no Public Enemy You ain't playin' no Boogie Down Productions You ain't tryin' to represent the black community You just carin' about your little ol' R&B
the whole industry mad at me", I said Then B.I. said, "Hov' remind yourself Nobody built like you, you designed yourself" "I agree", I said, "My one of a kind self Get stoned
you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em, man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em, p-p-put yo' number twos in the air if you did it on 'em This stone is flawless
Music: Michael B. & di Lorenzo Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith Verse 1 Just a second of your time is all I need to make you mine I can feel