a mule I admit I use to sell rocks, but that was back in school Now I just do music, and smoke a little weed but not enough to run a dope house, so
wonder why Dmg: Open my hands like a book Years and years me and my notebook I take a close look Peep it dread see myself failing A felon on the verge
? (chorus) Speak of the devil here she comes Yeah, she?s got this poor boy on the run Oh, I swear she?s got horns and a tail A pitchfork and a book
Parallel to a carrousel of murders I prefer to make a life than take a life Stopped at a street called Wise and made a right Sort of how I play my broads
, he do a little of this, he do a little of that He's always in trouble and I heard He ain't nothin' but a pimp, he's got a lot of chicks He's always
everywhere in all kind of places I can pull out my little black phone book Flip every last page take a long look Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a
spent some time in michigan A twenty year vacation, after all he had a dime A dime is worth a lot more in detroit A dime in california, a twenty dollar
the land of king dollar Where you get paid and your silence passes as honor And all the hatred and dirty little lies Been written off the books and
, but little support, got my thesis on freeze My only option's doin bootlegs for the Japanese Get about eight G's, a heavy buzz overseas Sacrifice a pill
drawings Through the years, a countless number of victories Changing the era we swarm unpredictably A rhyme book is not difficult to manage I leave a mic in a
I walk it out, like Dre say Bought my car on 106, but now it's missin' like AJ I played it smart, with a little to the side Bought a bar in New York,
buttcrack jiggle and stick his little ding a ling in the middle I suppose you can wait for a weddin but aint nothin wrong with givin up a little neden
kick a little Freddie Foxx (Freddie Foxxx) Everybody rise as I present to a jet black crowd What it's like to be black and proud In a world where white
a n***a need them/ Prospect for a jack/ Then you can squeeze them/ To his head/ Left him deader than a doorknob/ Chose to rob/ He should have got a muthaf
we turn to say They get the lies suffocating the truth Cause that's when your color starts shining through What color are you? Sometimes you go a shade under a
Open up the book you beat me with again Read it off one sentence at a time I'm tired of all the lines, convictions and your lies What right do you have
nigga that's just irratation/ Bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education/ Little do they know about what-what-what/ Little do they know about who-who-who/ Little
magazines (azines) nigguh thats just guerentations bizzy reads the type of books to further along his education little they know about (what what) what little do they know about (who who) who little
