Why niggaz wanna clock me? Like that dance called the Chachi Don't they know I break motherfuckers into parts like Rocky Part I, part II, part III, niggaz
me down Well, I got my back against the wall Cities rise, cities fall Reckless ride, wild abandon I'll be the one left standin' No, you can't roll this stone I
's 'cuz I see they fake I preach the sermon 'bout the paper like creflo dollar I'll pop you punk niggas like I pop my colla I'm confused, I like Megan
high No where's home Yeah I'm still lookin' Gotta keep movin' if I wanna survive I've nearly settled down a couple times And here I go again, sayin
bad bwoys) Chorus: Method Man Who come to get you? None. They want guns! I be the first to set off shit, last to run Wu roll together as one I call
It was there I smoked my first Marlboro It was there I kissed Laurie Jones I'd lie in the tall grass for hours I'd walk in the shallows, I'd skim those stones
you missin body dumped in different rivers Full-fledged rapper with the Stone Crazy singer I'm comin at you with the ice pick yellin ?Bre vega? Because I
a reason to go astray Wild dreams turn to nightmares Silver clouds turn to golden stairs Everything that you used to know Is slippin' away, yea Here I
rock rolling stoned City lights, summer nights The modern day call of the wild Faces come, the faces go All looking for someone to be I don't mind, I
ghetto I know But not like the one I know I see the law in every hood I go They throw metal in every hood I know But not like the one I know I know it
am I? I'm the best to ever spit I got that, "Hot Shit" like I'm Nelly and the Tics I pop a hot block dodge the cops and the dics Cause they want me gone
hoes (Come on, go T.T. go T.T. go) But if a nigga jumps stupid I'm blast ya' (Who put this fuckin' thing together?) Me, that's me that's who, I told you
x3) Yeah that's how I'm living I'm in a zone everywhere I seem to roam is home A rolling stone, I hold my own just like a microphone I stay in tune,
get your dick wet I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised I'm puttin motherfuckers on the daily news I was a gangsta from the git-go
be a Rolling Stone I don't know Jerry Lee, I never met John and Yoko Standin' with a strat, I'm rock n' roll's bastard son Go out, get drunk, get wild
but I've been known to get crazy wild So when you scheme, yo, I scheme too And I've been out here and yes, I've seen you I know your face, I know your
Playin' games and I feel deceived now, I gotta go When I do a show or leave for tours, she hatin' Sniffin' my drawers, ask me if I'm fornicatin' I'm
Sunny had big money since '82 Had two of my dogs whacked, nothing I could do That was back when I had no crew, I switch that Now I'm strong with niggaz