apollo kids
ghostface killah
all y'all fake motherfuckers up in the joint
check these up top murderous
snowy in the bezzle as the cloud merges
f.b.i. try and want word with this
kid who punked out bust a shot uip in the becon
catch me in the corner not speakin
u.g. rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
with his man straight from raleigh durham
masta killa cracked his tiny form
i'm about to throw a hand in your bag
since the face been revealed
my imposters scream they ill
debut '93 lp told you to enter
punk faggot niggaz stealin my light
crawl up in the bed with grandma
beneath the la-z-boy where ya hid ya knife
hit the shells at paul's pastry rack
walk with me like darthy tried to judge these
gettin waxed all through the drive-thru
throw my hand all on the bible
splash the wolverine razor sharp ring
student in role holdin it
these staten island ferryboat cats bail
apollo kids live to spit the real
a pair of bright phat yellow air max
street merchant tucked in the cloud
6-inch height was the bird
monday night dallas verse jets
dudes slid in with one hand
heavy rain fucked my kicks up
first thought was beat the bitch up
new york's most wanted tee-ball hawk
seen the yellow brick road
last scene: manhatten chase
we drew the six-eight digit in the briefcase
quick to reload around faces
clocked him like a patient
gas station light gleamin on the wall
guess him like lottery balls