Song Lyrics

Remember I'm a man of Respect (remember)
Remember Santana was next
Now its not techs, its checks
And fancy collects


I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettes
Pose for the camera man
Me and Santana man
Word to my grand ma

He one bad mamma jamma, dam
So I don't write for the stardom
I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems
I've been through it headed right for the bottom

D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what)
that's why I throw some doe
To my cody from costovo
Help me get on overflow (Ssshhh...)

No one suppose to know
But she lay me up like the prime minister
Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar
That was a lot to linger

But to the top I bring her
But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers
Money missin, oh shit I almost chopped some fingers
Slit some wrist, that's when they said oh shit he's not a singer

F*ck the rap, f*ck the movies, f*ck Siskel and Ebert
This pistol I'll squeeze it, missles if needed (KILLA)
Remember I'm gonna spend my cake
Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects)

Now chefs will fry us steaks (thats true)
Its a higher stake
Swiss accounts I'm goin show you how to wire cake
And we from BBO

Now you a CEO
Direct a Vieo [video]
Your own album here we go
That's my man anytime I holla, holla with me

We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls

Insomniatics our life styles compatible
Magical
Pops gone, shit tragical
Moms on mission

My house is where the attics chill
I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabatical
Its not irrational
I grew up radical

And you all are shook
I bought all my crooks
F*ck you R&B niggaz Zeek sing all the hooks
Tito and Brick yes yes come again
They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (What else)

Laron L. James, Gaye, Cameron Giles, Hamilton, Hunter, Cecil Williams, Lynvalle Hamilton, Michael Kennedy