"I like my pockets fat not flat" [x4] "I like my pockets fat not flat" "So get back" [x4] [Showbiz] My pockets stay fat, and they always like that
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Now a while ago, I had to do a little bid Cause of the things I wanted, as a little kid I wanted to be like the dealers a lot Cause of the things they
[A.G] Before becoming a runaway slave, here's a taste of mental slavery. A backtrack... ("You don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist
Runaway... runaway slave [x8] [Verse One: A.G.] Livin in the slums with the bums, the rats and the stray cats Dogs with the rabies, little babies are
[Showbiz] Yeah, it's time to silence the lambs. Let niggas know what time it is on the real tip, know what I'm saying? Showbiz & A.G. killing all the
[Showbiz] Throw your hands in the air for the party goove [x6] You wanna see Showbiz (get wicked)? [x6] And it's the party groove, it's the groove of
(feat. Diamond D) [Showbiz] Yeah, 1992, Showbiz & A.G., we about to catch wreck. And I got my main man Diamond D, he's about to catch wreck from diggin
(feat. Big L, D'Shawn, Lord Finesse (D.I.T.C.)) [A.G.] Aww yeah, the A to the motherfuckin G is back Word to the motherfuckin Goodfellas I got two of
's kinda crazy, that's opposite of the same thing Well, I guess a lot of niggas do gang bang And if we run trains, we all in the same game Runaway slaves
still dies Thrown off the building like the Fall Guy Caved in the grave 'cause you didn't know how to behave Playin' cowboy, now you sleep with the slaves
survive Armageddon Just waiting to atone that day In the Roman gates here to make no mistakes Handle stakes and man Lord meet me half ah the way Kicking up dust thugging with my runaway slaves
on my Bone When someone's home and never play to me And pray to me, can't play with me so label me a runaway slave And "Cest la vie", murda Mo criminal
Before becoming a runaway slave Here's a taste of mental slavery A backtrack You don't, you don't catch hell because you're a Methodist or a Baptist
n wen we ride theres no were that u boys can hide h8er try to look at me crocked like burner play craves hav u runnin up north like a runaway slave played
It's over) Run nigga, what? (It's over) Thang nigga, what? (It's over) Chain nigga, what? (It's over) (Nigga we runaway slaves) (Nigga we runaway slaves
, I must confess That makes sense to me It makes sense to me, I must confess Listen to a little girl, she was a runaway. She said "My daddy treated me like a slave
hey/ In and out we play, fresh out of them caucuss mountains/ Fountain of youth, I am the future and truth/ The revolution, a runaway slave, don't stop