I don't believe in your crazy theories I hate your dreams cause they make me weary I don't subscribe to the bullshit that you'd have me wear as a badge
all in my holsters Burn more bread than toasters You must know this, the cats I'm with is the coldest Hip-hop quota but quote this Back on the track again, thats whats happenin' Please believe
Mase, you know ain't nuttin' change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin' all the love You don't believe
butter There's no other word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp
anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe
so fly I'm living life a lot better Still keep a glock In case the jealous wanna hate tonight Another day up in the hood Can't believe these cats still
't nuttin' changed it's still a pimp thang And if you ain't wit it you must be insane Yeah you might talk like a pimp, walk with a limp But look you '
the limp [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] Can't fuck with, what you asked for Sometimes you just should let go Get what you need and not want Some folks believe
a sport anymore when you got to go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old fashioned but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin without havin a slappin Believe
fiction Let's get specific you can't get with it I'm too terrific and scientific, forget it don't even try to limp it, you're not ready to make hits You
holsters Burn more bread than toasters, you must know this The cats I'm with is the coldest, hip-hop quota but quote this Back on the track again, that's what's happenin' Please believe
, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in
Old Flag On Flanders Field in World War I She got a big hole from a Bertha gun She turned blood red in World War II She hung limp and low by the time
around the world, tease her with my Visa Now you're askin' me, the questions and lies I'll tell ya neither, but betta be a believer Ceaser Leo believe
to tell ya, it's going down But wouldn't believe it, couldn't believe it Look I succeeded, it's going down Baby, keep walking wit ya hip, I keep walking wit a limp
twenty precinct right now singing his fuckin ass like a fuckin bird. GZA: Life of a drug dealer RZA: The fuckin guys is comin GGh: Do you believe
