day mi born mi a hear bout Adam and Eve An some man a turn it inna Adam and Steve Well, dem type a ting deh mek badman greive unnuh a hear man Steve
Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog Where no one notices the contrast of white on white And in between the moon and you, angels get a better
a Tec in the trunk Let's flip the ill shit kid, yo, he looped it Hardcore, straight to make you brothers act stupid Now, I'm on a rampage, prepare for
a fly on the wall All I want to do Is go fly a kite Or take a hike And try and keep myself From taking a flying leap There's ringing in my ears Especially
to amuse me. who me, a raver? do me a favor, make like a blackhead and get out of my face crack head. each and every nominee gets a year's supply
moves And get this little bit of paper right This broke shit got a bitch staying awake at night It ain't a guy thing or a girl thing It's a me thing
, I'm back I'm back Yeah, yeah, I'm back I'm back, and I'm about to murder cats If you see a 745 and a body that's wide Take a peak and make sure ain
, yeah It's gonna leave a mark I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a bullet baby, a bullet baby, yeah I'm a bullet and I'
cold February, with a thin sweater I'm far from a "YES" man, I'm a trend setter It's no games, just a Def Jam Vendetta Don't put niggaz in the same sink
a blind date, l rhyme great And I'm a increase the crime rate for old time's sake Run with me and I'm a make you a star When me and my crew hit the clubs
I'm known to gas a hottie and blast the shottie Got more cash than Gotti, you betta ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother and I'm a lady lover A smooth
chocha be nappy too I treat life like a fast car lower my speed I try to chill, and sell more records than Creed Been a hustler What? what? way before Melvin Flynt A
lock he caught a stray shot Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this Twenty
machine gun Killa Some mc's got hit even tho they werent ready Watch me wrap you up like a boa constrictor And pose like a pimp in your girls prom pictcha
a dick or hit the door.Its like a vessle clearer than a crystal, hotter than a pistol, man I give a whistle. And gather up my converse in a hurry niggas
with stress and strife But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day Come what may I'm fishing
I'm comin' down Just met a girl, said she from the H-Town I said my name is Drizzy and ain't nobody realer A cup inside a cup smokin' ghost face killah
to this serpent uncoil pay attention boy member and eye for an eye go on and kill and you soon wi E give up the ghost give up the ghost fry fry these
