Remember I'm a man of respect Remember, remember Santana was next Now it's not techs, it's checks and fancy collects I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettes Pose for the camera man, me and Santana man Word to my grand ma, he one bad mamma jamma, dam So I don't write for the stardom I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems I've been through it headed right for the bottom D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem That's why I throw some doe to my cody from costovo Help me get on overflow, no one suppose to know But she lay me up like the prime minister Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar That was a lot to linger but to the top I bring her When it came to dope, I always copped in fingers Money missin, oh shit, I almost chopped some fingers Slit some wrist, that's when they said oh shit he's not a singer Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed, Killa Remember I'm gonna spend my cake Remember Jim, we getting out of five eights Now chefs will fry us steaks, it's a higher stake Swiss accounts, I'm goin' show you how to wire cake And we from BBO, now you a CEO Direct a video, your own album, here we go Thats my man anytime, I holla, holla with me We shared chicken sandwiches, they was a dollar 1.50 But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child We ain't care, we didn't sleep, we was night owls Insomnia tics our life styles compatible Magical, pop's gone, shit tragical, mom's on mission My house is where the attics chill I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical It's not irrational, I grew up radical And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks Fuck you R and B niggaz, Zeek sing all the hooks Tito and Brick, yes, yes, come again They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain © JOBETE MUSIC CO INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com