I won't see Unless I look for you 'Cause my opinions, They don't mean that much to me So if they're clashing I'll trash 'em happily Let me fall through your cracks
to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin' 'cause ya sho' can't rhyme Big up, big
fuckin green, papers what I said, Big Moe is up in this bitch and this niggas singin, comin through just like L those bells are ringin, Big Moe wreck
Company Flow, perform, J-Treds, prepare El-P, prepare, you have approximately five minutes Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner will fall Record labels will fall
like that fuckin green, papers what I said Big Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas singin comin through just like hell, the bells are ringin Big Moe wreck
Yeah, (yea yea) uhh, yeah Fred Wreck in this motherfucker Yeah Tha Eastsidaz Back once again to drop that Crip Hop shit [Chorus - Tray Deee] We gets
meaning breathing like a dragon and it's seeming that I'm Falling into a world of my own Fire meaning breathing like a dragon and it's seeming that I'm Falling
paid both the same in dirty street puddles Stay forever in trouble, head like a knuckle Too big for that belt buckle my mom skimped it I got licked and cracked
I'm a dreamer with a fat head Now you're stuck with a baby from a crack head Come to my shows, you want to check to see if I wreck it The only record
up your teeth [ verse 4: a.g. ] Try to spark this, you'll get torn, cause you never win I'm through, I'll take you, through hell again It's the goodfellas
in pursuit of my change I done been through a group, and a solo tape Trying to stay out the kitchen, and cook no mo' cakes Can't stay on no crack, but
Running, like Pac and Big, like, Ghost and Jada Running back and forth, left and right like a fader Like an entertainer, got paparazzi taking pictures Mouse comes through
up your teeth [VERSE 4: A.G.] Try to spark this, you'll get torn, cause you never win I'm through, I'll take you, through hell again It's the Goodfellas
They slept on the architect of wreck The nigga with the lucci, coochie, clothes The sniper with a rifle fuckin up foes Seriously, not deliriously Son, you could be missin mysteriously Guns run through
