fluncking high school I know you taught me better, somehow I never learned Said I was playing with fire, somehoe I never burned You tried to set me straight, somehow I never permed You
been waiting on trade like whats the hold up My only mission in life was to blow up they ask what I throw up You know what I rep and I'm one of the best
Well, next up in line to toast ya Clee and my man John Doe-ja We got that bump that'll shake you up It'll wake you up like Folger's Coffee, back
I chuckle to myself That's the way I feel, you wanna know the scoop? When you're getting up, you're on your way to school And then you find out, that
lyrical aquaduct Sink or swim for what I'm hearing you bagging up Lyte like the MC, I'm 'paper thin', you tripping I'm taking trips, your eyes don't lie
is a fucking gold mine More chaws like monster jaws, I get ate like the balls I got to rhyme, too, I climb you like a stepson No weapon, but I got
paper, slide off with them midgets (That's crazy) Talk about the feds made you snitch (Oh, that's crazy) How you gon' hate what made you rich? (Oh, that
? You got niggaz that don't like me for whatever reason You got niggaz that don't wanna see me rich You got niggaz that's mad cause I'm always with
your head I been rich I been poor I saved and blown bread Some say I been here before because of the way I zone Some said, Jigga zone is like the
coast spread love niggaz And while you niggaz talk shit we count bank figures How you like it baby? Uhh, from the front Uhh, from the back, give that
[chorus] You cant shine like me Wanna ride like me Pull dimes like me if you aint from the streets Ima hood star you know who im is I rock big ice you
kidding you Even if I stuttered I would still sh-sh-sh-shit on you Soon as I chitter chatter, you shitter shatter, I'm the kid Out of Bronx, that'll
I just want my space Yeah, I had hard times like Run-DMC But actually I feel pretty blessed just to be me I never seen the penitentiary I've been shook since I
you don't know I think you besta keep your flow I'm the type of cat that'll just split your fro And leave a big part you don't really want it to start
stay there, I swear, I'm what honest is Honestly you thought I quit like Tom Donnovich Conglomerate, treat you like Ramadan honor it Y'all won't eat, I
wrong I am looking for someone named Christopher Scott 317, oh, I'm sorry, unless Well, you must be, of course, you're John's wife, are you not? Oh God, I
(Charlie Pennachio/John Rich/Drew Sessa) Love can lift you higher, or cut you like a knife, I been there before. You've cried out your heart an' had
briquettes Basically, I don't give a shit how rich ya get I'll have you in the car talkin' to yourself Like Alanis Morisette with turets (Oh wee that's right ) I like