what we go through to become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears [Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble] I said many times busters still can't see Y'all ni**az can't f**k
empty A-K's Bring your microphone and your pale face Bring your daughter Be prepared when she asks, "Yo dada, why you let that man out rap your a%$?"
real rap songs Listen how I won't allow myself to go off track Stay back, I got the power, I'm-- Chorus Jack the Ripper, a man, not a myth a-k-a James Todd Smith
[Verse One: Keith Murray] Haaah! (wooooooo!) Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (
day, I know, don't jinx it I 'will' keep a 'smith', just like Jada Pinkett Baby, without blinking, I do it my way I shit on folks, the opposite of R. K
The Uncle Meat Variations and some unidentified Synclavier music] Filmed in Hollywood, California 1970 and 1982 starring: Phyllis Smith (a.k.a. Phyllis
[feat. K. Smith] Cause the man up top got me Philly in this bitch Ok maybe it's my swagga Everytime I come around these haters gettin madder Gangstas
the Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack,
day, I know don't jinx it I will keep a smith, just like J Pinkett Baby without blinkin, I do it my way I shit on folks, the opposite of R.K I'm rude
good when we travelin Forget the Mac's cause the K's fit good in the Caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it
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 [
(just cruisin) As long as you take me there (just cruisin) Somewhere to clear my mind (just cruisin) Just cruisin [Will Smith] Sun settin in the S-K
depth 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
and get kidnapped by a masked man tossed in a black van either give us the cash, or they find your ass in a trash can I'ma mad man figurative, and literally
Lamb' sunk lower than the shipwreck They call me bar-for-bar 'cause I spit the better lines The white bitch got rich like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'