When I was young, Mama bought me a A and she said I'd go far She said, "Just it raw, the lyrics hardcore" Listen to my talk and get up, I'm on the corner my
Hey kids, gather around, Wyclef and Melky Sedeck I got a to tell, here we go
Sit right back and hear a of a hustler 'round my way He used to around the block from where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, bulletproof One night, he out the car And a bullet in his bubblegoose He a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his You can be at the party gettin' But you can catch a in your bubblegoose
Hey yo, hey yo, my pen's in my hand, OK, what should I next? Oh yeah, and if you don't know, brings stress I'm vexed, my phone rings, collect caller from The say, "If you accept, say yes" "Yes, the deal, son?" "Yo, I got bad news" Yo, by the tone of his voice, I the I'll street blues "The friends will make you, too can break you They an execution like Fu Manchu" "Who?" "You know the from channel 5 kung-fu (wahoo)" "Slow down, man, Jeff, I'm you" "Hey yo, your Rohann..." "Uh-huh" "Who used to bang" "Uh-huh" "DT's found his in the back of Bennigans" "What?" "In a bag with a note attached" "Saying what?" "A and a half or he won't be back" "So me by the Brooklyn Bridge, 12:00 sharp" "If not, at the funeral, you gotta the harp" Yo, why they wanna start and make me play my Don't they know like Sting, I can this murder into art? I jumped into my car, there's be a joke Traffic's backed up, in town, the Pope? S-s-s-s-someone blew the horn, I and looked left To my surprise, it was my sis, Melky
Sit right and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way He used to clock around the block where my grandma stayed Black BMW with rims to match, bulletproof One night, he out the car And a bullet in his bubblegoose He a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a in his bubblegoose You can be at the party gettin' But you can a bullet in your bubblegoose
shootin' in the opposite position I'm thinkin', "Should I fire or hold back on On wig transition?" My mission, like 6, is to spread love But all you screwed got me wearin' black gloves You up in my face, I see the in your eyes You gonna the pain like a grown man gettin' circumcised Shalom, shalom, my left But my right hand's on your throat, you to death You provoke the cycle, Michael lookin' in the mirror, well, I'm in your window, oh oh You hear me Urkel, your blood will turn Like the color, you holler, bawlin' for mother No-one hears you though you knock You used to walk around the block with the rock done changed since your spark got hot Now you got your knot with your very own Glock
Sit right back and hear a tale of a 'round my way He used to clock around the block from where my stayed Black BMW with rims to match, bulletproof One night, he out the car And a bullet in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his He caught a in his bubblegoose You can be witcha girl loose But you can catch a bullet in goose He caught a in his bubblegoose He caught a bullet in his You can be at the party gettin' But you can a bullet in your goose