soul, 'proachin train tracks, So I hit all the switches, lifted the front and the back, To avoid all the ditches, didn't want the clippin, So I raised up and
?s. It?s on a lawless piece of land with 24 hour strip bars and an O.T.B. I once went into the O.T.B. facility and saw the strangest collection of people one
the mag and I slide like peggy fleming Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals I hawiian punched the captain and now I'm maxing with
And when one shows, he posed threat to this one This one will make that one into none Simple equation, zero, you shouldn't play hero If you can't stand
mi little brother in a jail A 25 years to life and 50 million dollar bill Many time trying to escape and many times fail And eat him bread that is stale and
-mike checka Call me diesel to the easel, the weasel, the wacky The packy, the rikki, tikki, the taffy One for the trouble, two for the trouble I gotta get snaps and
-O 'cause I don't wanna be cool, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna shake hands, or wear your G-Unit shoes Don't want you on my hooks, don't wanna be
, on pictures with the Jake nigga? Got his crew starving 'cause he ain't the whole cake, nigga He ain't Nas, ain't B.I.G., ain't Jigga If he ain't Cube
La When you gonna go out with Me Brains, power and muscle like Dame, Puffy and Russell Your boy back on his hustle, don't know you don't discuss you
'm so cute and scrawny Spit on a track and leave it so horny And who taught me? Nobody I did it all by myself, you can't stop me Yo a little bit of shhh
this clear, Zanna don't interefere. ZANNA: Oh please? MIKE: No. ZANNA: Please? MIKE: No. ZANNA: Please? MIKE: No. ZANNA: Please? MIKE: No. ZANNA: Please? MIKE
4 pound on me and you can have it [Chorus] [Verse 1] This here make ya piss in ya sweats you know me michell and Ness Smithin and Wess Pistol and vest
figure it, could never be illiterate Light and smoke mc's like a cigarette I'm on the mic with my dj on the one and two Mike smooth, tell me what you
[Mike Jones] It's Mike Jones, back on the track I pack a gat, when I'm in the 'lac I wreck a track, title wack To make sho' my paper stack If I don't
nigga Y'all little faggot ass niggas, you always gotta fuckin' comment Y'all like little bitches I'ma pull your skirt up, fo' sho You ain't got enough
pocket So, I got tons of Endo and go to the ho ins, basement My ace spinned, phat and enough tracks Time to get prolific with the whiz kid Greenbacks and stacks don't
Years and Years and ya cant get rid of me From the dark age into the renaissance The rap obsession caused the regression But one man stood up and that