[Jim Kelly] Side giggle\'n, A million plus, Dick out wiggle\'n Screamin fuck the world with the bull horn drunk Skills like my breath and my ass all funk I be brains with the microphone Damage uns.. ohh, Yeah that shit was tigh, It was tight I treat rap like a pretty young virgin from the hill Side giggle\'n, A million plus, Dick out wiggle\'n Screamin fuck the world with the bull horn drunk Skills like my breath and my ass all funk I be brains with the microphone, Damage unseen Was so clean while you tangerine dream and my team Rambunctious, Luscious so luscious, Strapped what Switch it up and bring it on through like Sham God Half cocked, Niggas can\'t fathom who I am huh Want my foot dead in your ass till it jam huh Forty pound advantage like God don\'t expand huh Prep me a body like I look for a bear I coordinate subordinate, Lookin for a hoe to take The more I make the more I pull em out the hoes await Obnoxious cynical path through my pinnacle It make you keep movin cause the path is so simple
[Interlude: Jim Kelly during scratched sample] Yeah it gotta be like that sometimes, Youknowhatimsayin There\'s a lot of bullshit out here man I gotta automatic bullshit separator hooked up to one lung son That\'s where I\'m goin man, I\'m not spittin none of that shit Holla at some of the pimps man, Tell it Matter fact why don\'t you holla if you hear me man Let me tell you somethin real about yourself son Hey man that\'s what it be man, It is what it is Fuck that, Ohh yeah ohh yeah ohh yeah I gotta give a shout, Give a shout to...
[Jim Kelly] I was told to talk about people to they face, Only pull em up People tellin what they hear cause they fuckin wit me tuff Hands shake\'n, When I shouldn\'t even be surprised Same nigga when we ran back, Back in eighty-five No jive, All my real niggas feelin my thanks God keep it real with me, But many man can\'t I don\'t look for motherfuckers to confide in pain I want niggas like my right arm and half my brain Walk with me through the wilderness, A back streets safari Shake bones, Big guns, Weed clouds in your lobby What, Raise em up and make the whole floor salami Like a way of life a niggas thought this shit was a hobby Niggas had the warriors song, Let me hear it Before the fifty-fifty get to fuckin up my spirit All that bullshit, Challenge\'n the right in exact When I speak generations are held on my back I let peoples dig they own holes, Ohh fuck no though The fuck you think I look like, A clown named Bobo Punch drunk off Hell songs sober me up Let me blow a pound of tree in the cut, So what\'s up
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[Jim Kelly] Like the Power-iano, I\'m ghetto to the core with impervious mantle God-like like free throws, Grab hands of pupils From slow destruction for immortalize\'n peoples An artist in my own right, A one man Genesis A child of a Begga, Now the treasure path limitless Power of my touch stronger then the death clutch To the A&R\'s, Yeah thank fuck you very much These blocks carry loads of expiring dreams While drugs divide families to three or four teams We call the cops pretty boys cause they always dress clean All nighters like myself flick beams to the fiends Lookin at each other crazy when a dollar gets made Being rich rape\'n blocks niggas bodies get sprayed For saying I have a dream Uncle\'s body decaying For my daughter I\'ma work hard to show her other ways, So come on
[Outro: Jim Kelly during scratched sample] Hey man I thank ya man, That\'s some real shit man You spittin that shit man Hey man we need more niggas out here like you man, Youknowhatimsayin These niggas be switchin up an all that funny shit Man it\'s about the children you know These grown ass niggas they still acting like babies Man I don\'t get it, But hey man, You-you man you just keep it safe man Yeah, On that level, Hey man what\'s your name again
