OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though but I got a gang
I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi
I say, I woke up with Jah rising sun Tears in my eyes Cause I heard a dreadful news last night I heard that Bob Marley die And I know mighty dread shall
Futuristic old schooler, look like JFK Jr When I shoot up, Jacob the jeweler with a new cut Can-I-bus, I ain't got what I want yet How would you expect
though it's crazy I'll be just fine And I promise you that I'll be comin' back sometime [Verse 2: Killer Mike] Come take a look at my neighborhood, see
all knew this, when I doubled the pie Had a shorty and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga
eyes so deep I think I see your brain. Your sexy voice sounds sweet to the ear like a song Bob Marley sang, I wanna throw you in a ring give you a body
slavery baby, the system's corrupt But, I have a vision for a better tomorrow That's why I feel the pain, addressing the sorrow Cause I'm livin on borrowed
scared I used to be Then I know that you're somewhere thinking of me I know wherever you go that you'll be thinking about me now I know wherever you
This ain't bulls-eye, I ain't your target practice So call Mr. Martin, I rarely kill often But in this sound clash, I got a bodybuilder's coffin Back
blazing I'm the caucasian version of Bob Marley asian eyes staying high in the clouds like god's army I went, from a joint to a nickle to a dime then a
run Artist a carry feelings and tears a run Say you know, say a just true, him a Bob Marley son How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none Wha
with OG at a Yankee game Do I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain?t a Crip though But I got a gang
with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous then a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a
you baby, that I'll do you right, I'm nasty! I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha (shake your booty) I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha