inch rims just make it so hot You know I, been had Twinkie, look at the pinky And the link be all the way down to the nuts, diamonds twinklin' They think
to the big dog Y'all bitches better handle y'all business before I hit y'all Even though a nigga rich and i rock ice I still bust a nigga head on the
daily When you a hustler, no bein lazy I got it whenever you need it just page me Hustler music, hustler music Hustler music, I'm hustlin music You thinkin
him a suit Tell Reebock to make him some boots Get him a head band, to cover the holes in his head He a dead man for thinking he can walk through muddy waters
head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't
statue made of grass C'mon, hypnotise some ass, shit so hot, better jump in the water, nigga (SPLASH!) Breakin fools at parties like a ruckus sound class Make a philly down
images playin' in my head Every color in America bled Canibus grabbed the mic like an energized amulet Then spit a rap that you can't forget "With this sacred water
a bar of this you need a sedative It'll keep you up all night Analyze it; dissect it, pretty tough all right Cus I got some magic goin down I summon up
the muthafuckin' weed I be givin' you exactly what you need To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin' Music
real, we got whole thangs for half a sell F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you Hot Boy
listen for the train It?s been a long hot summer, not a drop of rain I broke down in December I headed for the coast I thought the wind and water would
down Bennett Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything
is not, what it is today.." "It's the real [echoes]... it's the (militia)" [Verse one: Big Shug] If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game They
shot, went from no fans to being hot But somehow always fall short, for trying to keep fiddles in my pot In a dog eat dog world, y'all fellas be chasing
, beat it) You remember them days y'all, we used to play y'all The radio and put our own lil part in the song y'all We used to (Rep our city, rep our
- let's go!"] "Atomic batteries to power, turbines to speed" "Roger, ready to move out" [during Chorus - theme song of repeats the "Batman!" music +
We all foolish, thinking we ain?t Judas Help me Lord, Paul thought his sins were rudest Stacey dashes, taking dashes clueless makes me mad is us Christians act the cruelest I got some knocks on my head
s eclectic, nah it's labelled profound It maybe hard to swallow, best believe we hold it down Don't knock, we rock, stop, drop cause we hot Roll with