TEAM on 'em Drunken Master, baby Al Nuke, puttin' that shit down Know-what-I'm-sayin'? Comin' to a hood near you, nigga 99 for 2000, nigga!" [Drunken Master
Only reason I dissed you in the first place Was because you denied seeing me Now I'm pissed off Sit back, homie, relax In fact grab a six pack Kick back
Suckin' on my "A" cups, make up Reasons to see you I can tell you want it, all you gotta do is Push up on that Ask ya nigga, you loyal?, drunk off Crown
' on my "A" cups, make up Reasons to see you I can tell you want it, all you gotta do is Push up on that Ask ya nigga, you loyal?, drunk off Crown Royale
' While you smiling I got forty-five to life on Rapper's Island 4 9 5 0 7, what you dialing, fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutch master Enter my potential
s opie Opie And Opie is our master I am the master He's so smart He's the smartest guy we know He created this Master of what? Master of the mother fucker
sly just like stone, high all alone, glowin', rap crews oblivious all outta they zone, and i was told to treat em cold, a blow, ever keepin' flow, theres no reason
// He said he didn?t understand the process of the imagination but he felt he was at its mercy // Which exploits my point perfectly // And certainly reinforces the reason
Roll on, roll off With these words I drown Topmast secured Hatches battened down Sometimes I think It must be different on land But from the mast I
out right? They bite They never right That's not polite [Young Zee] I got great skills And if my record sells eight mil' I'ma still smoke weed, get dusted Get drunk
channel My life can never be a manual Unpredicatable historical like a greek oracle Words pronunciated plural And shot through my (? -over masta killa's first line) <masta
wrist, burstin' their dreams Guaranteeing you'll be feelin' this, superb when I glean I spit fire, homocidal, and there's no reasoning Get drunk, bury
Only reason I dissed you in the first place is because you denied seeing me, Now I'm pissed off. Sit back homey relax, infact grab a six pack, kick back
come out right They bite, they never write, that's not polite I got great skills And if my record sells 8 mil I'ma still smoke weed, get dusted, get drunk
don't come out right They bite, they never write, that's not polite I got great skills And if my record sells 8 mil I'ma still smoke weed, get dusted, get drunk
(feat. Master P) [Master P- (mumbling)] [Silkk] Uuuuuuuuuuhhhh Me and you together had plans on making the day, having cash As time passed tryin' to
