stunts like this? 'Cause I believe in doing what I got' a A lot' a people don't understand nada The Mic burns You was at It turn's to a slaughter You
', I mean that there's so many L R P's Lone Range Pimpin', jumpin up on this track, man, you underdig? We spit these L R P's and we do this damn thing
up! (Just blaze that shit up nigga, yeah, 'sup Snoop??) Top Dogg, bite me all, nigga burn the shit up D-P-G-C my nigga turn that shit up C-P-T, L-B-C
P Inside a Ferrari with the D-R-E Run up I let it sing like Nate D-O-double-G Walk through 8 Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C
this ain't _Good Times_, it's nothin but hard times And where I'm from, we kick nothin but rough rhymes The M-A-A-D C-i-r-c-l-e Slingshot khakis and
making move, making move, ahhh! Clear the rhythm A B C D E F G, H I J K L M N O P Q R S, T U V, W X Y Z Now I know my ABC's, next time won't you sing
, a weak woman Subconsciously be planting a fed inside children Allow me to explain my cause Who I B E R E, Double T A, N I N E A.k.a K I N E T I C My
Yeah! Come on! What it is? It's the P-L-A -N-E-T R-O-C-K Kweli, B-K S E-L A- V I You could tell I be Hell a free like college radio W Q H T gonna play
2 times dag nab it lemme hurta, a hater hurter, on a mission I gots to come down, knocked off a politician knocked off a judge, knocked off a lawer now
r a b, a p p l e, k i d's, reppin is lovely as you can see, endlessly, spittin prophecies, spittin prophecies c to the r a b, a p p l e, family until
times I kilt ya I burnt ya, I drowned ya, I froze ya I stripped your land and destroyed ya culture Next time you better give me some R-e-s-p-e (c-t) now
we do it A world wide mob figure I be the Young N O to the B L E Last name O U T L A W Z M A R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge Your lady
to Toys 'R 'Us Make 'em spend, they cheese then kick 'em out and take the bus I'm the S the H the A the N the I the C the E But all my friends call
your derriere, c'mon Cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair What a brother, too black, me living here We don't stare, I don't care, I'm know
you know your ABC's If you do wantcha sang with me (Lil' Romeo) A for apple B is for ball Me and C went shopping at the mall D came over in a E class
we go cruisin') And it's all to the good Orale, check this out Got a Bombita, 4'9 Troqita C H E V R O L E T, you don't know? Forty-five player for
and A.G., the whole D.I.T.C. My nigga G. Rap, forever got your back Whether it's with the macs or on a Primo track Aiyyo Guru, you know I love you to
C-L-U-B Eleven albums, what are you tellin me? I am B-L-E-S-S-E-D I don't need radio +OR+ TV You are C-U-R-S-E-D All I wanna do is recite my poetry