Lyrics:
(*All scratches by DJ Revolution*)
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
("I was a fiend")
(Shaquille O'Neal)
Yo
paid let's get this money-a
Like what major league playa
Don't stop coast to coast
Like what, what, what, what, what
(Shaquille O' Neal
Why'all want to flay ruff?
Huh, that's how I do man, that's how I do, aight
For FUN, Hahahahahah, T.W.IsM.
(Shaquille O'Neal)
I get deeper then
Make sure everybody fed and it's not the tummy
Niggas makin' fashion statements and I'm poppin' bummy
'Cause I don't march to the drum that these
the speeds out, man
Delicate? Beats?
So that's what makes me now?
Nigga, I don't give a fuck about no beat
Check this out man
(I hear ya Dogg)
It's
wapped
(Turn, turn, turn, turn) step up to the T
Look at the table this is all readies
Spins on deck like a DJ
Do it like Snooch and Kenny
Don't make me
Ruby Neal
Scotch and milk, so fine
Makes me ease my worried mind.
‘Cause the more I drink it the more I get over you.
Ruby Neal, she’s my girl. You
never too many
Fetti on fetti on fetti, beat my opps out, just like I'm Kenny
I don't fear no one, so please stop acting tough like man up
I'ma be
punk heat
I make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
But I ain't wettin' that
I don't wanna send nobody back, violently, fakin' that
Promise
really make ya want to drop, drop
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now want to make ya go live, live
Now hold up
[Method Man]
Now I walked on ice
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live,
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
nigga Joe you used
To fool with, what happened to him?
[Ann:] Man, Joe was trippin, man,
you know he owed some nigga some money, and you know,
if you
pops, I'm a bastard, ayy
You don't make sense, like saying rich backwards
Good kush, put it in the Backwoods
Good poles, run up it'll be no good, I
of bitches
Think they could've made it this far
You can forget it
They don't make them like this anymore
They ain't built out of this shit
They're lucky
out tryna make them a sell cus they feel like they got nothing Else
I know some niggas who come up from nothing so when its bout money them niggas will
up on their dream
In other words they hesitated to take it
But I swear I'ma make it
Better than ever before
'Cause half of y'all don't even know
See I
concepts at their hardest
Yo, cos I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money cause we all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
Now in
this"
I am an artist
Of new concepts at their hardest
Yo, cause I'm a teacher
And Scot is a scholar
It ain't about money
Cause we all make
like this
We timeless, You boys are on some fly by night shit
I gotta make some money, Man I wanna buy some nice shit
Don't get it twisted homie, You
Pass the blunt from East to West
[Cube to KRS] (yes)
Take it from the Don
Where I'm from the Man of Steel is made of Teflon
Keep yo' vest on
Hit me
Ken Dawg
Getting money droppin hits stoppin all why'all
Boy why'all tryin come let me warn why'all
Stall why'all I'ma make it if I'm hot or not
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