the Man That's the Man pulling all the strings That's the Man in charge of everything And the trumpet sings I'm tired of working for the Man For the
the Man That's the Man Pulling all the strings That's the Man In charge of everything And the trumpet sings, "I'm tired of working for the Man For the
Now I know you're only heavy with your gold Drag your feet so slowly like you hate to go Oh, the more I walk on eggshells, the more I step on nails I
What you don't got, I can't give to you You got calamities to go live through Just when the nickels come a jingling down You've got to use them all to
dressed Athena assaults your very windows And troubles all the clouds around your bed And in the nearby land of the lovers the one-eyed man is crazy '
Oh, it's you, I love the things you do To make me blue Oh, it's true, I love the things you do To make me blue To make me blue To make me blue To make
I'm quite contented to take my chances Against the Guildensterns and Rosenkrantzes It's a matter of Cain and Abel And I can feel your knee underneath
Riches and roads bring brigands hither Riches and roads bring brigands bold Brigands deck their ears with hoops of silver Brigands [Incomprehensible]
[Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, check it Call Lil' Cease Tell that muh'f**ker to bring me some muh'f**kin weed for this hospital man f**k that Tell that reporter
i?m a soldier man, real shit, i?ll be leaning like a kick stand?. and my young nigger ? yeah, spinning like a ? see the? still spinning, see the sod
uh man i pass out 50s an 20s i pass out 50s an 20s i pass out 100s and 50s we make more money than chemist, doctors, da lawyers, da dentist chemist da
, ya know? Now I'm on Highway 270 the Natural Bridge road I'm already blowed, get thurr I'm a get blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
I?m sayin? so I said Yeah, I also walk in gutta, holdin? my dick A New York nigga man back in the mix I walk up in the spot man, cameras click Cheese
ll be Give me eleven Excederin my head'll spin Medicine'll get me revvin' like a 747 jet engine Scratched my balls til' I shredded skin "Doctor, check
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound Well
I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo' Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning Valet
Man, I love you guys, man, hey, shut the fuck up, man Why you always gotta ruin the moment, man? Fuck you Ain't nothin' here left for me So I'm out this
