intelligent to see that's irrelevant, nigga Size and shit when they firing clips You ain't a thug or a gangsta, stop lyin' you bitch I see you study
be going hard Got a dime down in D.C. Yeah my wifey home And I'm wrong for what I'm doing yo I be out creepin/lying Said I'm in the studio I got
come on, I can't complain now, no more Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm gettin' pages out of New Jersey from Courtney B Tellin' me
it with some class G Ask me, do outkast got some flows so you can blast me Nasty, niggaz on the point they see you shinin' Engineers in the studio see
rapper, you thought it's for show? Okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo' You thought we was studio, saw us on video Seen us in person so here
Let a nigga loose, I?m a smack em? like I do, do Imma come an see you fuck tha rappin in da booth, I ain?t no studio, nutin, my name in your mouth, And
is all I know From the womb to the tomb a hot pot of joy and a spoon Tryna make me forty thousand and move Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons
Geah, whassup? Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz Real niggaz, worldwide Let's reflect, e'rybody got a story We all ghetto B, here's mine Geah
Yo, yo, yo, I'm tired of the, 'he say, she say Why every time they get mad, man we pay? She wanna act like the judge and the jury The police, F.B.I. and
kill me,railroad n deal me I had to make em feel me,no duckin n hidin 200 on the dash of the whip i was drivin I hit the studio,let the pain flow Watch
Worldwide B.D.P. are the freshest Worldwide, worldwide, worldwide One, two, three, the crew is called B.D.P. And if you want to go to the tip top Stop
stud, she got big pub but what was foul She said that the pro-black, was goin out of style She said, afrocentricity, was of the past So she got into R&B
bitch You get your kicks, but Kix and Trix are for kids I don't turn no tricks, I don't suck no Dix-ie cups I hops in the hubba Hubba Bubba I'm like Al B. stud
Fuck game, I assemble dope... Ness, a nigga that's fresh as the 'fess Studied this rap shit, no need to mic test You can feel it in your chest Your B
the roughnecks down to the preps in the Polos, the studs with pros hoes who wheeze, the bald-headed to the dreaded To folks with butters, high rollers and rollers Players with plat studs
urk me, cause see I'll outsmart you like the Urkel B-boys at the school of hard knocks, in a circle Pass the sess blunt, yeah stud, you ain't know?
This Halloween is something to be sure Especially to be here without you There's a Greta Garbo and an Alfred Hitchcock And some black Jamaican stud
to the rock minuet He dreamt that his father was sunk to his knees His leather belt tied so tight that it was hard to breathe And the studs from his