' made A.S.C.A.P. pays me every time it's played I chill in def leathers pure silks and suede And the gold around my neck will never fade Down with my Syndicate organized
of dead before I'm through I'm 'bout to break off niggas who play me and dis' me Try to switch from side to side like they whip me The damage is done
born to play Who me at Micky Dee's? It wouldn't work, no way I'm a big money haver but not the last laugher For me infamy makes me no autographer Custody
To appreciate me, differentiate me From these phoney, little fishy and sissy fake G's Skip over the huggy-bear and all the kissyface, please Initiate phase three! Missy now service me
and he'd make us whop ourselves Then he'd chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain And let me tell ya, Junior, you never heard me complain
this always happen to me? Why does this always happen to me? (Why does this always happen to me?) Why does this always happen to me? (Why does this
Rosemary's baby There's no more evil like me Cause when niggas think of death the motherfuckas picture me (Chorus) Murda, murda, murda, murda (Layzie) Let me
stop me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherfuckers out to get me
me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me [Layzie] Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherf**kers out to get me
I don't believe in superstars Organic food or foreign cars I don't believe the price of gold The certainty of growing old That right is right and left
? [Bizzy Bone] Me killa with a street sweaper, when I reap and put in much work much dirt, Puttin' the bullets in the turrets and umm.. wit' a me Tech
Hey that's me all day, all day, twice on Sunday Hey what I motherfuckin' do, I rap, I rap Hey, what's happenin' Goddammit Get these pussies off me,
You took a time bomb, and a case of crackers And you made a maelstrom of organic debris Then you took a work bench, and a rusty anvil And you polished
to appreciate me, differentiate me From these phony, little fishy and sissy fake g's Skip over the huggy bear and all the kissy face please Initiate phase 3, missy, now service me
oak tree Let me shake my leaves (Hey you guys, look it's Morris Day and his new dance) (Oh yeah, what's he call it? The oak tree) Watch the dance Your working
the maniac street mobster. Refrain Verse Three: Lord Finesse It's the F-I-N-E-double-S-E, don't play or stress me Cause that shit don't impress me
Gettin' tricky rather slicky Her performance showed endurance She said, "Me like to licky licky" Body more gracious, or should I say bodacious Took my order then she sorta served me
m in the Old School like Frank the Tank You can't beat me join me, petes they bore me But all the Southern asses they keep me horny Ooh, Big Timers in