that take you back to the old school
gun son niggas now go to the store for me
this shotty's for leonard nimoy
stop frontin' and use your head-head
your whole life's a letdown
your dawgs call you a bitch
snitches call you connect
your baby mom's a street bum who still calls collect
wolves take chunks from my neck
i'm michael j. fox in his prime
cujo flow for niggas slobberin' and barkin'
bambino's ballin' a beast
shittin' on your plans to walk the yard where we eat
still cop nicks to smoke these
high grade when hittin' it works like old cheese
you be at the liquor store sellin' burned dvds
turn to be test for maury
stop frontin' and use your head
the gold package a old rapper with tantrums
handfuls of chrysanthemums
we expect you to dress just like madia
peep the god book of negroes
the chromes out them like malcolm
american werewolf in london
lookin' for the beatles and dressin' like don cheadle