Somebody gold in the Billboard, it was a X, but it was Mia Young boys ran to me in the pizzeria He said, "You Jamar and Haji man hot to death Can y'all what's left, or at least make a claim?"
Shorty remind me of myself when I started in game And through years I'm basically the same, as are my I'm the eight track flashback the days of crack Is it or an act, fuck it, let's save the kids
Yeah, you all about war, why you tryin' to die Yeah, niggaz real raw but you sleepin' on the floor Yeah, I through the Valley with my man Spark and Allie of money, in Harlem Week '85 With the Captain's hats, and my father's old
Before I had a daughter, and before they had I stay the hypnotizer, a tranquilizer Got you feelin' all loose, wettin' up the The great X and I'm hear to say You can always find me the way
Uh, I be that kid the dreads that remember When I hid the Feds, plus I always did what I said I was do, talk shit, right in front of you Never forfeit, on top, we do it non
Remember when we let the drop With jewels than a pawn shop from the school Of the hard knocks, off the now rule block Powerful aftershocks with the of master locks
We got you in a paradox, a rock and a hard place We got the bass And everybody's gon' get a taste, get plate we had to let it marinate, now we straight, uh
Five is how we rate, stand with us And stand amongst the of the great scandalous Cats, try they best to the tape What we manifest still gets blessed in every
Hey, listen dog a nigga keep it spicy hot Rhyme flow straighter than six o'clock Hustle rhymes like a nigga shit on the block The is work and got a 4.6 in the lot
I knowledge, charge tuition like a college My wisdom hold me down in town like Brown I teach minds, like that chick Michelle Pfeffeir That's why the Gods got at least 6 cypher
My Justice Cypher Born, I ain't no helpless type Like a gat without a I got the figure to make figures For years I've doin' this thing I do Since McDaniel's video show was on channel U
Station 31, vice channel changer son The show was the banger, came in clear a hanger Top notch status the God get it flamin' Herbal with the verbal, top twin turbo Blazin' for the year, born to 2 G's
Flow like these, the God stack cheese Summer Jet-Ski, with TV's Sittin' under tropic trees with teas Mind positive black, guaranteed to grab the top dollar, more pull the Rottweiler