and Gentlemen Cypress Hill} Sixteen men on a dead man's list Yo ho ho and a bag of indo Sixteen men till there's no one left Yo ho ho and a bag of indo
she was too fat to swim laps, she needed slim fast (Who me?) Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big tanny's And stepped on Jenny Craig She picked
[Ja Rule] Em you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut So what's Hailie gonna be when she grows up? [Eminem - (Hailie Jade)] Hahaaaa
knees nigga get on your knees and pray [Ja Rule] Em you claim your mother's a crackhead and Kim is a known slut So what's Hailie gonna be when she
a couple statements and now look how crazy shit got You made me get a bigger attitude than eighty Kim Scott's And she almost got the same fate that Grady's
man Fat Joe, silence the lambs [A.G.] Now who's stepping first, cause it's time for the second verse You wanna withdraw? Then don't stall, cause it's
then flop Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself Rocafella's only niggaz that help My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
body movements are like a string climb It's too easy for me to trip you up (fighting) Hehehe, how's it feel, huh? It's no fair, I'm afraid my back is
mom's a drug addict, she has a bug habit Was a seven day event, since she celebrated the Sabbath But she back slid, or that's what the crack did She
On take It The 'source', 'hip Hop Quotable', Of Course i'm Pullin' Out My 'roots', To Breathe In My 'black Thought' let's Be Honest, I Break A Spirit, If She
me I would change everyone who's trying to change me I would see my baby, I would see my baby There's something on my heart There's someone on my mind
dag nabbit, I'm pillmatic Thinking back on when it all started I found pink hearts in mommy's little pocket book and took 'em Poppin' when she wasn't
me, what's your problem There's girlies on the corner, and phifey can't solve 'em How did she say it, I'm curious G DOes she say honey love me, or baby
Sittin' on my porch countin' loot drinkin' lemonade Swingin' with the shy type, girl, who's the fly type? The none gettin' high type that's how you know she's
merkin' niggas 'Cause the time that he givin' out is hurtin' niggas And all these record label's jerkin' niggas And you never was a thug, you's a workin
my baby girl's ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's
me, if I am ever solved motherfuckers Solve the shit, I insist I ain't goin' nowhere I hear ya'all motherfuckers talkin', complainin' It's too this, it's too Dogg, It's
Brah Aint nobody fuckin wit my bitch, u heard me! [Hook] [Fat Joe:] U know that neck tite u know that work tite, u know that bitch tite, she hold that