little old lady with the grand baby hello It's me, here I am, where I am, there I am Never knew that soon I was to be the man that I am I wrote rhymes
I wanted to catch a flick and thats all Sarafina, heard it was playing at King Plaza Mall Had bad vibes before I got to her crib But when i did, seen
and I aint gotta sell 'em It's YSL teddy, I ain't gotta spell it And yes, I killa kill 'em, I guess I am the villain I park on the curb, I'm the owner
would I call her mrs. Offishall never ever would I bring her around my fam she be cryin' on the phone when she knows who I am I'm Mr. Kardinal, voice
is for motherfuckers That talk that sellout shit I just want to jam 4 you I just want to jam 4 you, everybody get up I just want to jam 4 you I just
Vocal chamomile and wallabies I smoke lot like thought it be got me boomin' like ba-da-bing Rap don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on Actually I get
If I got no nuts it's because i wazn't made up 4 da ladies i'm the King of punks King of busters King of thieves Now i'ma get down of my fuckin' knees
, no peace! No sleep Doughboy rolling down the hill 'cause it's so steep Jackson, lemme figure out the name Jack 'cause you be stealing other niggaz game But I
a couple dope dealers somewhere that got rich livin the shit that I spit (me!) I don't re-enact nigga, I illuminate I know every point what I count like
little something to ride to Kick back and just catch a vibe to I pop me a pill, I drink me another drink, if I was you [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] I got
Rock city nigga Yeah Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out...) You think I call myself King just 'cause I want love Yo, yo [Verse 1] Like it's
is goin' against us If ya don't know now, you'll know when ya lift up Rhyme 'til I can't rhyme no more, ball 'til I can't ball no more 'Til I'm 5'9
you ma'am I'm not like these other fellas, although I know you think I am Even though I kick it, with a lot of females I can honestly tell you, that I
if I ever get a license to carry Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz [Verse 3: T.I.] I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues And
I'll blow the planet to dust Hell boy acid drenched Dead lift danger Born with horns fight it I'm the misguided angel Touched by tradgedy I defy gravity
other hand will empty a clip If I build, my life hangs in a myst, the balance we call this Dark and light, I know wrong from right But am I wrong if
But then again nothing like some sex any night After that gotta go got appointments girl I'm a doctor, I got other clients girl Now listen up close, I
chance, scribe the God) Tell Kai I said what up, and his sister is grown I copped the four-fifth auto, it's pretty with chrome (The day I come home, I
