The Rest, Girl... [K Smith:] Cause Im A Better Man Yup Im A Better Man Im A Better Man Yeah Im A Better Man [K Smith:] I Know You Got A Man But
and Pac On the roads doin' shows, yeah 20 a pop She ain't gettin' shyt from me unless she talkin' brick money (Yay, yeah) I need that Will Smith money That K.Smith better man
better believe it you better believe it you better believe it my money dont fold i be gettin this dough you better believe it you better believe it you better
cause the K's fit good in the caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better
Smith & Wesson is endin' you And I ain't changed since back in the day Get your shit split quick if you get in my face You wanna run with the dog, better
day, I know, don't jinx it I 'Will' keep a 'Smith', just like Jada Pinkett Baby, without blinkin', I do it my way I shit on folks, the opposite of R K
chase with the law The realest motherfucker that you ever saw [Kane] Yeah! Come in now man Now I wanna see what my man Shyheim gonna do with it [
Yeah, L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mr., Mr., Mr., Mr. Smith You wanna hit? Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out
Limit like Pac, Hit Death Row and make some mon', now dance hoe And blow, up like the world trade And be protected by No Limit tanks, soldiers with K
chase with the law The realest motherfucker that you ever saw [kane] yeah! come in now man Now I wanna see what my man shyheim gonna do with it [shyheim
imagination appears Will Smith Black suit, the black shades, the black shoes Black tie with the black attitude New style black Ray Bans, I'm stunnin' man New hotness pitch black six hundred man
of Your imagination appears will smith Black suit the black shades the black shoes Black tie with the black attitude New style black ray bans I'm stunning man New hotness pitch black 600 hundred man
remorse come with me to hell O Overnight we be rich when we tell the trick C Catch ya slippin' he's so soft do a man quick K Killas on my payroll
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
[Biz Markie] Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! One-two, doin the do This goes out to my man Truck, my man Jerome Bilal and the whole Long Island crew And it goes
k-solo "spellbound" With fly girlies dippin, brothers grippin' and sippin' Old gold, red bull, hands on my dick and I'm just lampin' with my ek shades, truck-jewels, obviously the man
