Lyrics:
{*sampled singer singing "Be a man"
and "bad situation man" throughout the song*}
[RZA]
Yeah it's Bobby Digital
Just floatin' over +The City+
settin' his traps catchin' anything he can
Gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man gotta make a livin' he's a Louisiana man
Muskart hides hanging by
blinks. Heart of a Sphinx
Half man, Half amazing in my three quarter mink
Terms speaking in layman's, that's for lames
I refrain, I got to raise two kings
telling it
Make the Earth shake like a whole box of gelatin (T Vinci)
No holes in my rap game, like J Cole
Stubborn man, tell 'em that I'm flying up like
the game to make an anarchy
The man to beat
More fire than you when half asleep and rambling
Can pull back all my punches and still kill your ass like
pounds (dollar mà obu pounds)
That boy of yesterday now buzi man
I Just want to get my money long
Half a milli on my neck from ingnoliment store
She said
night man I can’t stop
I don’t wanna hear from him
That boy a Wenfro Womp
Had to take his girl
Just to make (that hoe) kick rocks; her kick rocks
My boy
Swept across the family dies
Something small as a look, can bring about a man's demise
And whoever he stands beside, hit him where he can't survive
Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of dope, Ya heard me
Ain't nobody wanna holla
I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart
Now everybody wanna holla
b-boys runnin' shit
Unamerican Caravan, beatin' you down
Den dere's de man who don't stop
Yo Com, come back with some Sense, uh
cryin' cause your own decision
Nigga, I'm part of the three
Half of you niggas don't match the theme
I'm the same boy from across the street
Baby I told
thang a poor boy can
Don't make my dollars by tellin' lies
You cross my line you better step aside
Sometimes I get an attitude
That's a half mile wide
bombast of its breast
By which I knew upon waking
It was telling me
In no uncertain terms
To bellow forth the tubas and sousaphones
The whole rusty
I spent like a year and a half on the Greyhound bus
On the way to see this girl
Take a flight back just to keep my job
Used to fly standby, late
little shorty in my headlights
This girl looked half black, yet half oriental
Man, this chick's got class and style
I'd like to ask her for her
Paul said "that's yo ass boy"
He said "you still need that work that you asked for?"
Dropped it all on his lap it was four and a half raw
Tony he
The IRS callin' your phone, boy, it might be a bill collector
The tax man ringin' your phone, girl
They're here to extract your nectar
The IRS
You can tell by the voice who's the real one
I'm happy being no one and rhyming like a top gun
Top boys drug spots you don't even know none
I grew up
cause J.B., stay up homie
If you locked in the box keep making it through
Do your time (do your time) don't let your time do you
You looking at a man
(Lloyd Banks)
By the way, man, it still feels like I've been dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow, condom full of my semen
The physical presence
that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh she be out there too
(Oh yeah yeah)
let's go get our bump on You ready?
[Cube]
Now which one
that you know
yo' boy was tryin' to holler at her uh she be out there too
(Oh yeah yeah)
let's go get our bump on You ready?
[Cube]
Now which one
a scooter to work
Your auntys sideburns do bicep curls at night
Trapping with my sexy boys
Were getting the dick tonight
(j man oh yeah)
Grind mode ammy stay
But what more can I say
I've never been defeated
By a half steppin' mutha fucka
Clutchin' on the microphone
Sucker I'll break ya bones
Better leave 2Pac
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