couple words, I could triple that in verse Open your mind you see the circus in the sky I'm Ringling Brothers, Barnum & Bailey with the pies No matter how you
I'm a brother you can call over zealous And I lust and thrust out my staff and wet Till the motherfuckin' rains get jealous You Gotta Work It's not
grow, is the right to blossom. Freedom is -is the right to be yourself, to be who you are, to be who you wanna be, to do what you wanna do. (fade out
news But when it's somebody you know it hits you and emotions get bruised I ain't been in your shoes, I won't judge you for knocking Because the
you can feel my swag I'm your seein' eye dog with the pen and the pad Blue collar, when I talk, you can touch So fuck how much money you can fit in the
the Sounds of the motherfuckin' men Tryin' to get your chain, tryin' to get your chain Flush this down the drain I'm the new raw on the streets You can get
, we comin' to you live with the Cosmic type stuff Well, it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath And you should be peep-in how I get smoked
P. and champagne by the caseloads Doubles get you from that bar, and get you right Or get you bent, whatever you like I'm not into wifin - no sir I just
be kept queen of the universe Who is this bitch? You get somethin' for nothin' when you got to get the gas Spit the game in her ear, tell her get on
day, bitches everywhere I'm leanin' hard to the left like a big shot Checkin out the hoes seein who'll get knocked Cause when you fuck with $hort you get
and nothin' else You come out here, you better watch yourself 'Cause you can wear what you want, even blue or red But cross the wrong brothers and end up dead You
others gain if you lack in the LDN where i learnt to atract calm that i can show u where its at first things first get a block n a flat next up get a
doors But what for, so you can get yours? You ain't in to it, all you want is profit So I ask you please to stop it Leave me alone, get off my bone '
man, thinkin that you can-can Your man got slammed and now you're thinkin, "Goddamn Three strikes I'm out," now you done blew it You didn't think you
brother, a true, blue brother And I've been to many places you'll never discover Step to my side, suckers run and hide Africa's in the house, they get petrified You
your funds to pass through the door You know there's room for you on the floor (You don't know if they'll be any more) So yo, what you waiting for
when I get there, whatever is clever. I won't be stopped by a chick or a cop You know what I'm saying? I know what you're saying. {chorus} [i can't
Word up you?ll get hurt up like the jury callin' murder You?re deaf 'cuz I freak shit you neva heard of Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners In