along That in my eyes you're so revealing you'll find what you're needing Nothing but pennies in my pocket Nothing but faith to keep me warm But, baby, then I
Call Me Captain Kangaroo But I Got Money In My Pouch But I Don't Mean Loose Change When I Say Money In The Pouch Ya Dig Ya Im Getting Paid That's What I
' now An' now you'se can't leave You opened the door, God, I'm at you annually An' I'm sorry Miss Rosie Perez I call a spade a spade, it just is what
gutter My dealer's in the mills motherfuck' and I ain't studder Bitter sweet, my life's a musical From holding those to Bose gold, the Lord's beautiful Before him I
? I don't even like liver!" I'm like, "No, I said 'delivered' " She's like, "I heard you say liver!" I'm like, "I should know what I said" She's like
I'll be thuggin' for eternal wanna test me it's on Now where my niggas at? Get the gat peel a nigga wig back Nigga dig that dig that All original Clevelands
me Fuck that, I'ma keep it in the streets Long as I got my cd, niggas, I'm straight, ya heard me? Let's go, this is real gangsta shit right here, check
ocho Convertible, fuel-injected, that's why my style's well-respected I'm dope on the ridealz, so fidealz, on my didealz My music more underground
Astro's hat a lot, I sock A punk, fool, hit me up [Assassin] I run the west and I'm up, That's suppossin' my cause, What's the difference between this
one and only, I just rock it Fat bankrolls in my pocket Call me 'The Dirty Rapper', I'll say, "Sure" But I'm a young black entrepreneur I'm an MC, right? I
get payed nigga, I was lying Thinking I'm washed up trying to peel my cap I got a million dollars and a million raps Short Dogg's on the mic spitting
, I love you, my baby MJG, what you see, on TV, is fame But the rapper I let loose almost anything, I love this game I won't stop rappin, I don't stop
store my troubles in Nobody's aware of what I'm covering up but one thing I'll erupt, my blood's bubbling I'm stressed out, frustrated and hungry That's
't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew Maybe it's food For the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you To just cherish But I'm debated disputed
to know that it's no lee-way, and the tables are turned, go DJ So you know what that blindfold's for That bloodshed's a secret, let's keep it behind closed
a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, Im just in the game and the
woven in Each line like words I was sewing with I sit divine, my palm hold the globe with a grip Flows I spit, shows I rip, that's showmanship Tell the
