Mathematics Filmography

• Wu-Tang Saga (2010)
• 3rd Annual VH1 Hip-Hop Honors (2006)
• Wanda at Large (2003)

• Mathematics - Van Der Graaf Generator
• Mathematics - Mos Def
• Mathematics - Mack 10
• Mathematics - Candiria
• Return Of Da Cobra (skit) - Mathematics
• Respect Mine - Mathematics
• Hip Hop 101 - Mathematics
• Hav Mercy - Mathematics
• Winta Sno - Mathematics
• U.S.A. - Mathematics
• Two Shots Of Henny - Mathematics
• Tommy - Mathematics
• Thank U (da D.j.'s Version) - Mathematics
• Real Talk (pop's Song) - Mathematics
• Real Nillaz - Mathematics
• Queens Day 88 - Mathematics
• Pimp Party - Mathematics
• On Da Radio (skit) - Mathematics
• Juscantluv - Mathematics
• John 3:16 - Mathematics
• Gun Talk - Mathematics
• Gangsta - Mathematics
• Da Way We Were - Mathematics
• Da Great Siege - Mathematics
• Coach Talk - Mathematics
• Can I Rise - Mathematics
• C What I C - Mathematics
• Bullet Scar - Mathematics
• Break That - Mathematics
• Alwayz N.y. - Mathematics
• Pimpology 101 - Mathematics
• Strawberries & Cream - Mathematics
• Spot Lite - Mathematics
• Rush - Mathematics
• Mathematics - Little Boots
• Mathematics - Cherry Ghost

Here be numbers transcendental,
on an imaginary axis spun,
decimal places without limit
and zero and one.
Mathematics,
simply pure beyond belief.
e to the power of i times pi plus one is zero
e to the power of i times pi is minus one
A single function, exponential,
just one addition must be done...
multiplication in completion
of zero, of one.
Mathematics,
just so "wow" it brooks belief.

Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka
Ha hah, you know the deal, it's just me Dog
Beats by su-primo for all of my people
Negroes and Latinos and even the Gringos
Yo, check it, one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock
Three for the fourth comin' live, future shock
It's five dimensions, six senses
Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, eight million stories to tell
Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit
With the probable tenth, the universe expands length
The body of my text possess extra strength
Power-liftin' powerless up, out of this towerin' inferno
My ink so hot, it burn through the journal
I'm blacker than midnight on broadway and myrtle
Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles
Like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex
Working class poor, better keep your alarm set
Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring
Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream
For cha-ching cats get tha cha-pow, who dead now
Killin' fields need blood to graze the cash cow
Some numbers game, but shit don't add up somehow
Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it
But only fifteen percent of profits, ever see my pockets like
Sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years
Spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like
Nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black
That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack
Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a Ki
A five minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free
Forty percent of Americans own a cell phone
So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home
I guess, Michael Jackson was right, 'You are not alone'
Rock your hardhat black 'coz you in the terrordome
Full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers
Young teens and prison greens facin' life numbers
Crack mothers, crack babies and aids patients
Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in playstation
This new math is whippin' motherfuckers ass
You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add
It's mathematics
"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"
"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"
"Do your math"
"Do your math"
"One, t-t-two, three, four"
"What are we talking about here?"
Yo, it's one universal law but two sides to every story
Three strikes and you be in for life, mandatory
Four M.C's murdered in the last four years
I ain't tryin' to be the fifth one, the millennium is here
Yo it's six million ways to die, from the seven deadly thrills
Eight year olds gettin' found with nine mill's
It's ten p.m., where your seeds at? What's the deal?
He on the hill puffin' krill to keep their bellies filled
Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life
Young soldiers tryin' to earn they next stripe
When the average minimum wage is five fifteen
You best believe you gotta find a new grind to get cream
The white unemployment rate is nearly more than triple for black
So frontliners got their gun in your back
Bubblin' crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty
And end up in the global jail economy
Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence
Budget cutbacks but increased police presence
And even if you get out of prison still livin'
Join the other five million under state supervision
This is business, no faces just lines and statistics
From your phone, your zip code, to S S I digits
The system break man, child and women into figures
Two columns for who is and who ain't niggaz
Numbers is hardly real and they never have feelings
But you push too hard, even numbers got limits
Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret
The're million other straws underneath it, it's all mathematics
"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"
"The mighty Mos Def"
"It's simple mathematics"
"Check it out!"
"I revolve around science"
"What are we talking about here?"

Every time I get my hands on
I try to make you dub with my chips wouldn't stack
Than man, I wouldn't hustle
I'm legal dog, I got the same Desert Eagle, dog
When birds fly out of my hands
And to my people, dog, ya understand?
The white-man can't fuck with me
I, Hoo-Bangang in the streets, Hoo, my company
Papered up, beyond motherfucker's belief
A millionaire patrolling the city streets
See the flames burning in my eyes motherfucker
'Cause if you sleep on it you get these dreams, motherfucker
I ain't the one like I said, I want it all
And like my comrads, time to wake up and ball
Call shots, have it ready, soft and rocked
Let all my neighborhood, fiends
Come to scrap all the pots
Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots
And if it's funked than my killers
Come to shut down the block
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
Nigga, that's mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and dippin'
Nigga, that's mathematics
I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, that's mathematics
With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics
I work for mines, let my work, work for me
I make my ends, my friends buy their work from me
Money is me, that folding on those switches is me
Went out on the seat and out with all those bitches is me
I make money, while I'm sleeping
'Cause money don't sleep
Money is up, seven days of the week
Three-sixty-five, if you grind than it pays
I don't mind as long as your one-o, is straight
Put some bread on this plate, plus a little rate
That I give mines, with a tape how to grind
I'ma leave my dent in the game like ripples
As a kid, even tried to make my lunch my triples
Stack it up, how do you think I bought that first double up?
{Unverified} and that other shit I hustled up, mathematics
That's just how I look at it
With enough carrots to feed a whole hood of rabbits
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
Nigga, that's mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo banging and dippin'
Nigga, that's mathematics
I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, that's mathematics
With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics
Everything is to the good, now I'm living how I wanna
I got dope around the world and got some, still on the corner
If you broke, come and see me, I got shit for you to do
I got a class on how to make one bird turn in two
I'm a connected shot caller, pure bread baller
All I do is try to make my money, flip like quota-quarters
If money is the root to all evil than I'm {Unverified}
And money is a race on mind, so I'm cheating
I don't want shit subtracted, everything added
I didn't look back for shit, since I hit bird status
And now I pack clips like Glaydis with no tips
Just a whole bunch of bloods and a whole bunch of crips
And a whole bunch of bitches, when I rock the microphone
And my key to success is thirty-six hard zones
With my mind on a dub, re-up and stack cabbage
And I'm a walking proof of the signs of mathematics
If I throw a chicken up and that bitch, start flipping
Nigga, that's mathematics
Over here we bloodin' and crippin, Hoo-Banging and dippin'
Nigga, that's mathematics
I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
Nigga, that's mathematics
With my super-bad bitch and my house on the hill
I can add it up for real, all because of mathematics
Yeah, nigga this CMR and Hoo-Bangin' for life
Nigga, don't get it fucked up and its straight nothing
But mathematics around here and in case you didn't know
Nigga, that's money, all this mother fucking ice and chrome
Wheels everywhere and if you ain't bout' that then
Fuck you in your ass you, hating ass, nigga

CHAPTER ONE
agonizing
global blinding has come in full
suffocate the remaining percent
subtract
all is expendable
a thousand points of heat
bacteria son of disease
mourning breath ammonia thirst quenching leach
tapping the network of veins
genetic harvest in vain
licking the wounds uncontrollably
systems of gain
sour heart reeks casualties
CHAPTER TWO
all the bread has molded fungus dwells inside
multiple
estimates
convincing with their graphic pride
the mask that suffocates bleeds in me
all is to believe but we are pawns poisoned
in quantities
arsenic hysteria
like fleas on a dog irritating
this
microwave insomnia
no strength
no heart
no option
blugeoned with diversions
concentrated dose
exterminate the addiction
high vantage point
chlorine infliction death
no microchip
shall rest underneath my flesh
i'd prefer the obstacles of death
i will fill the tombs worthy of consequence
CHAPTER THREE
epileptic cancer causing agents
starved
lack of nutrition
will you live this life on calloused knees?
neck broken in?
particles of mass deception forced in
corrosive sting
stall
the all seeing eye sees all
the most relevant faction
foundations fractured
economic death
sarcastic devotion runs in excess
sew my lips and burn my opened eyes
one soul divine
the engines are running mind altering
the most vile of things
man has ever seen
inspiring
to know all these
admiring
my eyes are leaking viciously
dissecting the harsh anatomy
CHAPTER FOUR
the devils suck the life out
injecting america with blood disease
the reason and cause my friend, no room for vacancy
decrease the numbers with crack and poverty
methamphetamine
cling to this massacre of excuses
fully aware of the hidden agendas
CHAPTER FIVE
isolated
silent warfare germ gestapo
all of the seeds condemned
controlling and disabled
the greed infection in disguise
behold united lambs of slavery
rhythm of extremities amplifies
the source is nameless
CHAPTER SIX
miralo, ahora para la eleccion
el camino del guerrero, en caminos de revolucion
yo vengo preparao cargando mi cañon
yo vengo preparao con los santos a mi lado

[Buddah Bless]
Yo, I'm like a shotgun ready to blow, ready to pop one
Who ready to know, who bettin' the dough
Bet his brains leave blood on the floor
Other than atom, just lovin' the fact I'm live
Nigga ain't gonn ask to ride
The Cherokee engine in the mud, cherokee indian in my blood
Thug be, with the blood leaf, Buddah
Always gonna be the smoke in the air
Livin' off a hope, and a dare
And I'm focusin' here, open the beer
Nigga, countin' up a loaf in the chair, baby
I'm all in the throat, you feelin' me all in the choke
Killin' me all... oops, I'm at it again
Writin' a thousand bars hopin' my brother come out of the pen

[Intro: Raekwon]
Fuck ya'll niggaz is talkin' bout? (clack clack-cla-clack clack)
Crunchy chump motherfuckas, ya'll niggaz is all pussy
That's my word, ya'll know how the realest niggaz is
Don't let me tell ya'll again, bitch, straight up
I put all this right there, on niggaz in H.T.M.'s son
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo
[Chorus: Raekwon]
All magazines lit, fly life we live
The lingo is to let, ya'll niggaz know, how niggaz rep
I'm set, lightin' the purple in a new jet
Triflin' work, let's murder everything that move on the set
[Method Man]
Goin' back to basics, shit you catch case with
Style laced with, arsonic, before you taste it
Rap matrix, gemini's is two faced it, I heard Rob Based it
"Bad boys" retire out the game just like Mase did
Dish it out and take it
To where I'm bout to go and everybody ain't gon' make it
[Raekwon]
Blow shipments out the rap shit, clap shit
Most of us attack shit, mean Benz, ballin' wit the bad chick
Take over, quick fast, violate, slap shit
And every borough, state, town, prison, map shit
Makeover hoes that blow, they attract dick
Shine on my jims, glow, on the low, slap dick
To every mean queen clean, keep it black chick
My motto, CREAM, green bottle of the phat shit
[Chorus x2]
[Interlude: Allah Mathematics scratched samples up (Cappadonna)]
"Brothers respect mine!" - Raekwon
(Uh, uh, what, for real nigga, step the fuck off?)
[Cappadonna]
Aiyo, Ice Cream, real niggaz in whips
Fur coats, Gucci boots and shit, fly honey dip
Streets and clips is what we live for, rub on the floor
Ox in the jaw, rockin' the four, rugged and raw
Righteous and more, we the gliders, the outsiders
Killa Bee hivers, the big boy drivers
The conivers, the four fivers, survivors
We the livest and carry the heaters, coke is in the meters
Six to eight seaters, circle the mind readers
Pumas, Nikes, and Adidas, hip hop achievers
Love hood rats and love divas, love money, love sex
Love vets, love weed and love wrecks
[Method Man]
All in together now, follow me the Method
Raw individual, the enemy you slept with
No love here, no tender, love and care
But M.C.'s, I'm starvin', niggaz best before
For consumption, for wack assumption
You can catch a bad one or somethin'
From shotgun, you know I'm pza-pza-pumpin'
Jumpin', thumpin', get crunk and
Drunk inside the function
+Uncontrolled+ with the +Substance+
+Beneath the Surface+ there's +Redemption+
For Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+
+Immobilarity+ they can't breath til they +Blackout!+
I used to write and smoke L's in the crackhouse
Pull your wig like a potato then I mash out
Check your ego at the door
Better wipe your feet before you step me, or it's yourz!

[Prodigal Sunn]
Yo.. yeah that's the shit
Yo 'Preme roll it up son
This smells good, huh? huh?
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, uh-huh
The bitches in the party, 21 and up
From the streets, sophisticated, Cozmo in the cup
See you niggaz mug shot, grilling wide
Cause your bitch got the husk of a thug
That's a billing plus a villain
I'm about million, keep playing around like children
Your mother, father, brother, sister never know who killed them
Say my name in your jurisdiction
Y'all niggaz non-fiction
What y'all niggaz know about friction?
Man listen, when I got a pot to piss in
Hot chicken with some rice and beans
I rock the ice and gleam
Cutie booty with the Gucci jeans
She heard of my team, fire like gasoline
Bout to get y'all niggaz jumping like some trampoline
How she want that?
Anaconda up in her stomach
She felt me comin 'round the corner when I come
As I move to the bass and drum I fear none
[M-Speed]
Ayyo I love this game for real
For hip hop - chill
Lie, cheat and steal
Rap pays the bills
Who's tired of hearing wack shit?
Make me wanna clap shit
We all is some rap kid
Got this in the bag kid
The flow is ridiculous
In other words sick with this
How you gon' get with this?
Hot track, flip with this
Murder words and heard
This, that and the third
Shit flows out nigga
This is one turf
"Hip hop set out the dark" [x2]
"Niggaz do.." [x2]
[Born Justice]
Up in the club with a drink in my hand
Some bitch done got slapped, screaming "That's my man!"
Damn, that's the type of shit I can't stand
What a girl do to be ya number one fan
Brothers put away your guns
Fuck that - we fumble shit and came to have fun
All up in the mix trying to bag my bitch
Mad cause you can't rock the mic like this
[ShaCronz]
I'm from a class of the great
Here comes a bastard case
Under pressure these dudes crack like plastic clays
I stay roasted, smoke hash, laugh and spray
When it comes to ass I'm like drop dudes, don't have to wait
My glass hit let the heat go
Whenever we need those
Flow tighter than Speedos
Never let my grief show
Spray shots, stay wop, my niggaz hate cops
Catch me at the haze spot
We're about eight blocks
And a few chicks watch the God do this
Nuisance to the mic, I might lose this
Mind outta control but control the nine
For these chicks my love grow with time
[Allah Real]
Years of playing out in the rain
Your momma does the does
She says that we were bad
I thought I'd never going on
She wild, so now she's on
For girl you look so sad
I met Doo Wop when you feel in love
Touchin me, I told you not to grind while you clutchin me
Do you remember the love?
Do you remember the love?
You left me cold out to diiieee
Now I'm loveless, all by myself
"Hip-hop.. hip-hop.. hip-hop set out in the park"

"Hav Mercy.."
[Intro: Killa Sin (La the Darkman)]
(Yeah) Yeah, yeah, so be it
Another year down (uh), Killa Sin
Killa Sin, Allah Mathematics (The Darkman)
(La the Darkman) Word up, another Wu Banga (Yeah)
Check it out though, yo, yo.
[Killa Sin]
Lord forgive me, please hear these cries
Please prepare me for the loneliness the world provide
I need you dearly, to you I speak through the heart of a child
Sincerly hope you listenin', I'm hurtin' inside
You got so many of us flirtin' with pride, I'm workin' with time
Tryin' to a better life provide a life which rightfully mine
But circumstances and these petty fights is snipin' the mind
How can I man so insightful be subjected to the questions?
All the wise, I acknowledge God if wisdom applied
Most understand what I visualize, while love is criticized
My life, they make it so spitful that they pity mine
You know I'll circle the globe for brothers fifty times
[Chorus x2: La the Darkman]
Hav Mercy on me, my wisdom, my seeds
Hav Mercy on hustlers, thugs and thieves
Hav Mercy on the poor tryin' to survive
Hav Mercy on inmates fightin' to stay alive
[Killa Sin]
It's you I ask for forgiveness, you gave me the priveledge to live
With two beautiful souls who had a vision
So what we had to live in The Projects
There's more lessons to learn, persuaded, gave birth to more concepts
The main thing, we had each other, together, the family
Moms, Pops, two brothers, complete, it's all I need
But suddenly you had another vision for me to see
And understandin' that so many youngsters to believe
Moms sick of Pops shittin', now he's ready to leave
Our Pops tired of the arguin', he feel he can't breathe
But the whole time, I couldn't help with feelin' the speed
And to this day I feel the same way to a certain degree
So Lord please Hav Mercy on me
For all the anger I gave to my Queen, I'm now safe for the beast
And even though I have a tendency to slip when I speak
I pray for my love and strength to keep my cipher complete
Because now I'm the foundation, pacin'
Thinkin' ironically, I'm in the same situation
Damn.. Ironically I'm in the same situation
[Chorus x2]
[Killa Sin]
You see God, all I'm sayin' is this
That if at any time you need me I'll be there in a split
Just place ya hand on my shoulder, man, and give me a lift
And take my last breath away with ya heavenly mist
So if you have to I'd've blast out my enemy's fist
But it's alright, I'm prepared for that day
Nah, I'm not sayin' innocent
But until I deminish I'ma fight for what I write and I say
All givin', to my Grand Earth Ruby, that I miss her to death
And I'll give her anything for a kiss on the head
Before I go may I ask you for one more request?
And Lord please Hav Mercy on everyone else
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: La the Darkman]
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
Allah Mathematics
Tomorrow.. yeah
Killa Sin, La the Darkman

[Intro: Eyeslow (sample)]
(If you got something to say
Why don't you just come out and say it)
Brother's grave... hey let me tell you something
Knawhatimean, we up in here, man
Favorite the rapper, of favorite the rapper
Like my nigga Ali Vegas would say, youknowhatimsayin
If your ghost writer's ghost writer, ask around
[Chorus x2: L.S.]
When the wind blows
And we know, you ain't gon' find ya way home
Storm gets cold
Try'nna see through rain, hail, sleet, snow
[Eyeslow]
From off the devil's ledge
Come the throughbread, dagger double edge
Hammer sledge, can't be no rap Quentin Tarantino
Rhymin' like G and Nino, I'm convinced, I'm the best
Spittin' none to less, fuck the rest, I'm unimpressed
Don't make me get the gun and vest, and make examples
I used to make samples, and pass them out
Now I keep the ratchet by the pillow when I'm crashin' out
So I'm never caught sleepin', get caught creepin' and that ass is out
Eyeslow's the name, the ruger to your brain
Left a blood stain on the passenger side of your range
Fuck the games, the circle dot dot and the cootie shots
I leave my tooly cocked, and strip a game to his booty socks
[Chorus x2]
[Ali Vegas]
I play the block like Elgin, do
They said they could die young, that make me eligible
My baby brother said when you on top
Niggaz intend to wanna put lead in you
But when you on the bottom, niggaz wanna step on you
I told 'em, don't worry, I'm two guns ahead of you
But when you shining again, they wanna rep with you
They say you are what you eat, so ya'll can't blame me
This year I turn brolic niggaz into vegetables
And my back against the wall, and I'm brawlin'
You act hard and I'm stallin', streets ain't come with caller ID's
So I couldn't see when God was callin', the odds was fallin'
Grab two arms and clap and applaude, and look
Y'all want problems? Ya'll welcomed like the door mat
Ya'll bore cats, with your store bought raps
And ya'll had to study my format, ya'll want war?
Ya'll ain't ready for war yet, yea you rich, but you can't
Really afford that, you ain't study your forty eight laws yet
Plus I got the blueprints, to where you snore at
See how these critics do? They get critical
Then they get political, one line can get rid of you
They say I chase the top two, well if this is true
Wouldn't I have to remove the paper to fill in the picture drew
You niggaz do like these chickens do
Sit around, and gossip, like ya'll ain't got shit to do
I'm startin' to think, it's not what I say, but the shit I do
No record out, still my digits grew
Niggaz sayin' Veg' signed to Motolla, nope
Get your rumors straight, Vegas is signing Motolla
I think it's about, time that I told ya
I spend so much time in the Rover, fuck the beat
I rhyme to the motors, sittin' on 20's, providing I own 'em
The flow's low like I was rhyming in shoulder
Then I speed it up -- gotta pardon me ya'll
I was dippin' from traffic, at the time that I wrote 'em
Ya'll know 'em, you wanna shine? Your best bet is to stand in the sun
Not a blood or a crip, like vendetta in the slum
I don't give pounds, unless I'm handing them guns
And I don't weigh back, when I'm brandishin' one
To understand where I'm going, you gotta understand where I'm from
And ya'll ain't understanding me, huh?
Somewhere down the line, I guess we got loss
But I'mma stay hood, like cold chicken and hot sauce
So whose consumin' the throne, I put two in your dome
The only time my niggaz work, is for funeral home
Cuz they'll body kids, I cried when they body B.I.G
And I'mma hold Queens down, just like John Gotti did, what?
[Outro: L.S.]

[Ghostface Killah]
Walked up in the party like Riz', Ghost, Meth
Allah's on the wheels, Chef on the left
Fifty rep chin ups, the Wu rims up
Put down the Heine' for a sec, tie my Timb's up
Cake the Benz up, Starks ole'
Got the summer house crib, beats spun, murder you, than lay
Ric Flair cabbage and carrots, big exotic boat trips
The honey motion, wind up in Paris
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]
Had a bad dream and it came to me
That I died and went to heaven, ain't have no weed
God said "Son, let me see your ID"
(Buddah Bless) gotta be right behind me
Which reminds me..
[Buddah Bless]
B, I'm just a thug
After hip hop, money, sex and drugs
After chicks that got money and tech's with slugs
You see the head to toe, yo, the way I dress is love
Plus them nine bang quick
And the hand game speak for itself
Like sign language, you lost and shook
Like the fish that got away, man, I'm off the hook
When these niggaz gotta pay, get it off the books
[Masta Killa]
Yo, knocked on a humble, slid through the system
Bag me a C-Wall, on the bench of the bullpen
My speaker for the pillow, my locked down presidents
Conflictors, for the robbers and jukkers
The buck fifty stitch zippers, if you wit us
From my Chi-Town thugs to my Killa Cali gangstas
Minnesota Wolves, Philly Six shooters
We ain't chuck potent, we off money throw up
[T-Slugz]
It don't mean nothing to me
Ya'll can't get nothing from me, stop frontin' from me and
Ya'll ain't got nothing for me
I take you where you want it to be, I'm who you wanted to see
And I'm that same dude, that came through
Runnin' with the same crew, still here, reppin' all the same rules
CD's easy to move, honey say I'm easy to choose, that ain't easy to you
And I stand out, big time, y'all easy to lose
Niggaz face all screwed, I'm just breakin' the news
And we do this for the cash, still keep a stash in a brown paper bag
Me and my nigga Mad, light skinned, dark skinned, we lovin', what an ass
Slow that thing down, ma, you movin' too fast
[Panama P.I.]
Yo, you movin' to fast
Watch P.I., throw the shit on smash
This game is high risk, player
Strictly for brick breakers and brick layers, spit razors
Jewel gem star, ball with the players, who grab the rim hard
Walk on dot, and it's the P on hard
When it's off season, I bring the pain til your balls bleeding
Quick as a Porsche speed, my niggaz floss frequent
Catch us up in court reading, with a
Couple of sons, that's used to hustlin' drums
I guess that's the only way we double our funds
Everything hardcore, when we slide in the door
Wait til we go back on tour
New exclusive joint, two thousand and - and
[Chorus]
[Eyeslow]
I walk with crooks, love guns, married to gats
That cali' detach, your back from that battery pack
My salary stack, chain make these other niggaz hurl
Yeah it's O and G, I'm O and P in other nigga's girl
I ain't lovin' nigga's girl, I'm just training, just banging
Just hanging, smokin' while my other nigga's twirl
(It's a gutter nigga's world) I'm all about the cheddar, man
Any problems you want, speak to my beretta, man
[Hot Flames]
I was taught from young, that, live is what you making it
Stuck on the crooked road, but I was taught to straighten it
Every track flamin' it, every gat, aimin' it
Before I start sprayin' it, and then I start banging it
Strong arm, I'm claimin' it, if I bring a chick to the crib
And she ain't my wifey, then we clangin' it
Spit hard, probably cuz I'm missing my fam
If it's beef, y'all niggaz better 'dip' like Cam
[Todd]
Son, you get mine, get knocked, and then I just get time
But I'mma hit the boy hard, just like you was a punchline
You spit, oh shit, call this here, lunch time
I'mma throw hot sauce all over that lunch rhyme
Rap for days, that'll blow like grenades
Flow so hot, it'll make 'em run for shade
Nowadays, the D's gettin' niggaz, picked up
So I hustle and sit up and let God big up
Fag, they call me Betty, cuz I got that ready rock
For any nigga that's ready to go inside the baker shop
Money mean a lot so I keeps mine in the wall
You the type that get a dollar and go and run to the store
Not me, each dollar I get, I make a copy
To let y'all know, for the love of this, I was the body
Looks are deceiving, so I'm askin' y'all to try me
Man was the one, who made hand guns a hobby

[Chorus: Eyeslow (Angie Neil)]
One cup of Henny's, got me feeling good
Two cup of Henny's, got the dick on wood
Three cup of Henny's, got me stumblin', whoadee
Four cups, yeah, now it's a party
Work your body, jerk your body
But please don't hurt nobody
Work your body, jerk your body
(But please don't hurt nobody)
[Eyeslow]
I crack an L, when I roll it up, I puff inhale
Exhale, while I hold my nuts
I count the knot, while I fold it up
I put Queens on the spot, yeah, now watch me blow it up
I used to be a little nigga, now I'm growin' up
I'm buck, plus in the whip, yo, I throw the clutch
Gettin' nice on the bike, yo, I throws it up
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm a soldier, what?
I got the ice with the colder cut, got the dice to the point
That every time that I roll, it's bucks
I got the mic to the point, that every time
That I flow, is nuts
I'm livin' life, like blow a butt
Four-five cigars keep niggaz rollin' up
Four-five cars deep, when we rollin' up
Four-five in the jeep, leave you foldin' up
Four-five-six, freaks on these swollen nuts
Come here, bitch, let me hold your bust
Turn around, bend down, yeah, now let me mold ya butt
It ain't nuthin' but a g-string, baby
Two big butt cheeks going crazy
I got that leak with the colder cut
Anytime you smell the stink in the air, man, you know it's us
We get the drink and the head, man, you know we drunk
[Chorus]
[Buddah Bless]
I'm all that, and a bag of chips
I'm all that, and a four-five mag of clips
On the strength, it'll hit you from a block away
Got a cousin that'll rip you out in Rockaway
Got a brother that's locked away, ya'll niggaz was hot
Yesterday, but you're not today
Had rocks yesterday, you don't got today
Had the block yesterday, where the block today?
I'mma stop smoking and drinking, but not today
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Panama P.I.]
Pimp left, pimp right, pimp left, pimp right
Left, it's going down, right, pimp left, pimp right
[Hot Flames]
You can catch Flames at the bar, where the drinks
And the chicks at, Don P, walk by, you know I gotta get that
Throw a few lines, maybe later I can hit that
Fuck 'em low cups, bartender, where the pimp at?
Hen' on the rocks, got me tipsy
Old flame sayin' she missed me, tried to kiss me
I get that, Dutchies being rolled up, dog, let me hit that
Before the bounce, we smell it and then we gotta clip that
Open mic got up on the stage, and I ripped that
Now I'm in the bathroom, chicks lickin' where my dick at
Haters wanna kill me, all they do is grill me
Niggaz that step up, get beat down quickly
Play the wall, only if a chick there with me
Beat her in the head, til the chick feel silly
Throwin' lines, like 'ma, I don't want you to blow
And I know you got a man, we crush on the low, you know?'
[Chorus]
[Panama P.I.]
Bitches get pierced like belly buttons
All my peeps and my fam in the telly fuckin'
And the d's and the feds can't tell us nothing
So if you rollin' with the God, let's do something
Come on, with an L in my hand, I write a hell of a jam
We may have a knife, but we better than fam
Every time you see the Gods, they like where's the charm?
If you knock 'em out the park, like Barry Bonds
I got a, scary pops and a scary moms
And I fuck with the hood, til we carry arms
Started personal, and I can't stand these dudes
Just for speaking man-to-man, they starting family feuds
[Chorus]
[Hook 2X: Allah Real]
Step into the club
Where there's sex and lot of drugs

[Intro: movie sample]
Set it here, set it here
What is this, boy, what's the deal here
What's the deal here?
Come on with it, come on with it, speak up
Speak up, you better be cool, suckas
You better be cool
You don't know who I am, do you, chump?
I'm the death to you, boy
To you, and you, and you, better remember now
What goes around, comes around
I'm coming here, don't fuck me with now
You'll be dead
[Intro: Eyeslow (Allah Real)
Yo, Tommy what you doing out here, man?
(Our little Tommy is thugging)
You only 13, man, you should be in the crib, man
You know if your brother was here, man
(Selling drugs and he's buggin')
You know what they do to you, man
Word, I'll let him know, Jamaica, Queens
(Our little Tommy is thugging)
When we get smoked out, we just be buggin'
Knowhatimsayin', check it
(Our little Tommy is thugging)
Yo, yo, yo
[Eyeslow]
Aiyo, I'm looking for that Dolly Parton
So I skeet right on the salad garden
Key up her ignition, after, whippin' it, I'm valet parking
Fine gray buddha, now we sparking
Fingers cob webbin', cop weave through four Jamaican's bobsledding
I'm top ranked with the bank, it's no more stolen cars
Fightin' over tuna cans and living off granola bars
I put my work in like the Older Gods
And gotta mob with status, Martin Lawrence
Made it word, to rob and har'ass
And my hood is villain blocks, niggaz killin' cops
Cops killin' niggaz, dirty chicks and penicillen shots
I'm sick of seeing bitches lyin' with a straight face
Friendly orgy turning into Kobe Bryant's rape case
My block is where the drama take place
Fightin' mocassen, dippin' from Johnny Depp and Ali Robinson
21 Jump Street jake, NYPD license plates
I ripe with grapes, pipe the eighth, but only if my life's at stake
Yo, I'm trynna get my cash established
Three-two, Eyes -
[Angie Neil]
Tommy
[Bald Head]
Little Tommy got his hands on a gun, he only 13
Smoking weed, running from thugs that's like 33
He try'nna grow through fads, it ain't cool
Cuttin' school, at a hooky party, feelin' on ass
Til some hatin' cats came in, Tommy started grippin'
Dude looked him up and down, and Tommy got offended
Shots rang up, everybody run and rappin'
Little do they know, Tommy love gun clappin'
The kid bounce before he even got hit
Messed up when shorty got caught, between that shit
Now, who gonna tell honey moms how she cut school
At a hooky school with girlfriends and wild dudes
Who gonna talk to the cop, who gettin' locked for it?
Tommy fled the scene, before somebody else saw him
He ran fast, down Fulton Ave., tossin' his gun
Thinkin' to himself; 'What the fuck I've done'
[Chorus x2: Angie Neil]
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
[Bald Head]
His pops left when he was young, brother got locked up
In the car chase, cause somebody got shot up
A prime example of a man in your life
A little dude like to fight for what's wrong, and not right
Livin' life, it ain't life no more, homicide outside
Lookin' in, about to knock on his door
And little Tommy in a jam now, he going out
Deja vu, but he seen what his brother would do
So he flew out the back, on the run for the rest of his life
Somebody told, he did it that same night
A news flash, girl shot dead, her family sad
And little Tommy couldn't live with that, he'd rather die
Commited suicide, blew his brains out, his moms cried
Only son left, took his last breath, closed his eyes now
He on the other side, feeling good, talk to the God
Understanding why he had it so hard
[Interlude: Angie Neil (Allah Real) {Bald Head}]
Tommy is buggin', oh yeah
Tommy is thuggin'
Tommy hisself, Tommy hisself
(Said he thugged and he bugged)
Tommy is buggin', Tommy is buggin'
(Drugs... did that)
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy
Tom, Tom, Tom, Tom, Tommy
{Brooklyn, nigga, yo Mathematics
They ain't understanding, man
This is real serious, word haha
It's a lot of little Tommy's all over the US ghetto
You know what I mean? I mean these young dudes
Really don't know, man, I think the TV
Manipulate they minds man, they raising our kids
Man, too many of them, we gotta control it, word
And this what happens when you can't control it}

[Intro: Raekwon (Angela Neal)]
We gon' what? [beat kicks in]
Cl-ap, cl-ap nigga
And snap uh, that's a part of the game
That's the part of the game nigga that you never understood
And a problem to fuckin' stand you
You know who's around this nigga
Best to respect, I see who you are
[Hook: Angela Neal]
I wanna thank, I wanna thank you Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Raekwon and Ghostface, U-God and Method Man
On a Mathematics beat, Mathematics drop the beat
[Ghostface Killah w/ Angela Neal ad-libs]
Porceline floors with a dog named Ginger
Bottle cap niggaz that rhyme, we the winners
Then slide thru your hood in hoods
Me, Cliff, Patrick, Gary Grice and my man C. Woods
Holdin up gorilla, two niggaz got a hold that shit
One shot and ya mans on it
The little kids watch 'em down the block
Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch, fit hit the ran spots
Spit at the statue with cash and throw dough at it
Fuck bitches raw, why? cuz I'm a pro at it
Big birds danglin, cameras snatch, flash and pop from every angle and
2000 Mark Damian
[Chorus: Ghostface Killah (U-God) w/ Angela Neal ad-libs]
Listen to the (clap)
Real niggaz (clap)
Rich niggaz (clap)
My bitches (clap)
If you love pussy then y'all niggaz (clap)
If you love to get ate, then y'all ladies (clap)
If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggaz (clap)
If you bare witness to Allah y'all (clap)
Aiyo you see me on the big screen y'all niggaz clap
(Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all clap)
Brim hats, sloppy automatics that clap
(Big shit, thunder) Get around that
[Hook: Angela Neal]
I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Wu-Tang and Ghostface, Wu-Tang and Method Man
On a Mathematics beat
My hands are clappin my body's movin
My body's movin from side to side
The beat is so funky, funky
Wu-Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze
Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long
[Method Man w/ Angela Neal ad-libs]
Clap ya hands now, people clap ya hands
I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk
Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers
Pissin down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls
It be us, fuck ya law, niggaz my cause is "because"
No yin to my yang, it's a black thing
Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all
Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
Ya down with the syndrome: retarted
I think it was them swordsmen, place them chess pieces on the boards and
Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair
Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner daughter
That y'all, but not us
[Chorus]
[Hook: Angela Neal]
I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr. DJ, Mr. DJ
Wu-Tang and Ghostface, Wu-Tang and Method Man
On a Mathematics beat
My hands are clappin my body's movin
My body's movin from side to side
The beat is so funky, funky
Wu-Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze
Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long
[Angela Neal (Method Man)]
Rock it all night long
Check out Ghostface, check out Method Man
Mathematics beat, Mathematics beat
Check out Angie, that's me, on the vocals
All night, all night long
HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on
HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on

[Intro: Poppa Don]
Ok, I'm sayin' man
They sayin', Pop, man, they
They sayin' that you singin' too much, man
They sayin' man, that, you know
They don't think you got the rapping skill no more
Man, you can't hold it down on the streets
Man, you too much, focused on the ladies
Nah, God, I've been rappin', I just took a little break, man
You know, everybody's rappin' now, knowhatimsayin'
I'm mean, damn, huh?
[Poppa Don]
You got a lotta rappers, but how many rappers is ill
How many rappers you know in platinum and touched the mill
How many rappers you know that's nice, without a deal
How many rappers pumpin' the things, that I can't feel
How many rappers up in that Source, with 5 mics
How many rappers you know that's rhymin', sound a like
How many rappes is kickin' rhymes, they didn't write
Talkin' that thug shit, and really can't fight
How many rappers that wanna step to me, and get ate up
Many rappers I done battled, made 'em all shut up
Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm one of the best
Get it off your chest, don't hold your breathe
I'mma be that nigga, to show niggaz in hip hop
Who's hot and whose not, and one of the best is Pac
Ooh, I'm not the best, I'm on the best
[Interlude: Poppa Don]
And they sayin' that... you ain't ill, nigga
I can't see that, what you did to me, man
That shit got me fucked up, knowhatimsayin?
I'm like, shit, this nigga's the hottest nigga in the game, right now
I'm the man
[Poppa Don]
You got a lot rappers, then you get out the game quick
Talkin' that same shit, that lame shit, like
We give a fuck about your chains, and your whips
And your rollie, and how icey your shit is
Nigga, talk about that, pain that it really is
That's for my niggaz locked up, my thugs on the block
With the glocks up, wanna hear
That shit you talkin', was played out last year
You fuckin' clown, cuz of you
Nigga that don't even rhyme, wanna rhyme now
Get in the game and twist it around
See what you did, I should kill you on th strength of Pac and Big
Cuz them niggaz loved and lived and died for this shit
Hear you come, playin' with this, talkin' how you been rich
You was never poor, never been through a struggle
But never seen no bars, quit screamin' you're hardcore
Or star like bar, somebody gon' fuck around and call your bluff
Allow the gat, and me like "nigga what"
[Outro: Poppa Don]
You gon' be like... yo yo, hold up man
All I'm sayin' is, I was just gettin' jigged
Spittin' out blood, knowhatimean
Man talkin' about, this nigga don't spit
What the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck
He speakin' a different fuckin' language?
These niggaz is not listenin' man, pay attention
What the fuck, and ooh, and ohh
Oh shout out to my nigga 50
For hollerin' at your boy, yeah

[Intro: sample (Ghostface Killah)]
"I'm two blind to -- see the light"
"A fool can't -- see the light"
(Yeah... uh-huh)
"A fool can't -- see the light"
(Yo.... yo....)
[Ghostface Killah]
Portable DATs, Sony headphones
El Dorado's, thousand dollar bottles, get blown
Dippin' at Willie's, Millie Jackson chicks
Dusted out Blondie, slide me, we wrote the bowl, we take the magnets
Man handling the mics, wool scarves, Evil Knievel bikes
I like eggs in my rice, circus money, read the Staten Island funnies
Eighty seven, Shallah rock, lotto's and the gumby
Tri-boro, fly negro, rap for Glaciers
Do it for cee-lo games, chasers
Battle for bitches, million dollar cribs
Grandfather gamble those wit ribs
Yes he did, life is wonderful, fly living rooms
Brass brooms, catch me in the city of wasps
Dusted out with Doc Doom, slide you in
Thirty six to the hip, you need Neo
Sock it to me G.O., the block we spot V.O
Live at the handball session, white Wimbledon's
Send them, my throat is the top session for men
Rap graduate, seen through the needles that was used by great
Fuck around and get rocked for three notes
And fuck your bitch ass alligators
When I see you on stage, throw out the gauge
My man's dough made it ---
[Chorus x2: Buddah Bless]
Real nillaz do real things
Gold me'dal with the real bling
Ghetto child with the real sling
Throw the blaow, with the real aim
Hold it down for your nillaz, keep it real man
Lean back one time as you feel the liquor
Light a match, one time, inhale the ciga'
Blow the mack one time, when you kill a nigga
Real always gonna recognize real, my nilla
[Eyeslow]
I hold it down with vets, make threats and take like chess
Blow cess to sets, break life sweats
Rep from the home of chrome, in eight flight steps
Town houses, white grams, brown ounces
After school drug deal courses, pound counslers
Round thousands, rubberband, black accountants
We them hood prowlers, live pushers
Try to hook the stripper, before they wipin' out they eye boogers
Stampede, nailed him, Sonny, Bronx Tale
Them locked the doors, he's home, now you can't leave
OD'ing in the Kennedy suite
Too hot to think, move for my enemy streets
I don't sleep cause the drama might catch you on the beauty nap
It's doobie rap, feds want you with a boobie trap
[Chorus]
[Interlude: sample]
"Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light"
"A fool can't -- see the light"
"A fool can't -- see the light"
"But a fool -- a fool - can't see the light"
"Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light"
"Ooh I'm too blind -- I see the light"
"But a fool -- a fool - can't see the light"
"A fool can't -- see the light"
[Raekwon]
Aiyo, elephant guns, mad ounces
Colorful whips, slapped up bouncers
Vouche, crawling like a unit
Fly fragrance, faceless, rarely out of spaceships
Many fakes got lynched, see all up on the graphic
Taylor made mortals, leanin' on suede walls, leather's on
Ballers, maybe Benz lensers, sprayin' out of sixes
Christmas money, vicious consolidated drama rip bitches
The rich version of back, side scraper paper
Wu belt makers, show & prove that all my shit match
Tri-colored diamond, foreign color five, all kinds of iron
Swiss cheese, yo, big boy, we giants
[Hook x2: Eyeslow]
Aiyo, my niggaz get dramatic
Pump shots, nine glocks, semi-automatic
Blat, take that, from this lyrical fanatic
We can go to war, or just peep the diplomatic
For paper, I'm an addict

[Intro: Poppa Don]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, uh.. yeah yeah, New York! Uh, uh
[Chorus: Poppa Don]
Even if the world got it for me
You're the one thing, I still love, yeah
As long as you loving me together
We gonna make this money right
Nigga, listen to your heart
[Eyes Low]
Aiyo, dear Mr. President, tell me what to do
These niggas actin' up in the hood
So I gotta, strap it up in the hood
When I'm sellin', with the crew
Just another thug, on my way to catch and selling
Number 2, dealing is a team sport
But too many hands in the pot, cut a little nigga's dreams short
And I ain't try'nna get my dreams caught
Cuz every six months my moms end up crying in Supreme court
It gotta be some better ways, keepin' my head up
Cuz even Pop told me the'll be better days
Queens, where the weapons blaze
Pores pour, war is war, I'm self made and ghetto raised
Still I need a place to get away
From all this drama and commotion, I'm sucked with all this ganja
And I'm smokin', uh, one day, I'ma shine
But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock
[Chorus]
[Poppa Don]
Sometimes we'll listen to others
And I can be wrong...
Put a little love in bit of candy
We gonna climb high, higher than a mountain
But as long as it be all easy
And there's nothing we can do
Oh... yo, the first time, we clicked
I knew it was forever, oh oh oh
[Eyes Low]
Yo, now it's hard for me on this nine to five
From hustler to working man, I'm like a whole different person, man
Who'd ever think I'd be this kind of guy?
Taking orders ain't good for my pride, I need a wood to get high
Lost chicks, once stood by my side
She a down individual, around, when it's critical
And if I make it, she gonna get took for a ride
See me going hard now, but gon' lounge in a minute
Though I'm sick of living pitiful, tasting all these loses
Tracin' up divorces, that get raises in the office
Mad cuz I got a Lex, racing with their porsches
Only twenty two, and they hate me cuz I'm flossin'
Friends get upset, I don't hang no more
Said I changed since I ain't been in the game no more
Fuck it, I know one day I'ma shine
But for now, it's one day at a time, let the chorus rock
[Chorus to fade]
[Outro: Poppa Don]
All my niggas, oh..
If I died tonight, don't cry
If I died tonight, just get high
For me... yeah
It's that real shit man
I'ma spit a few bars, take up a few stars
Wake up a few A&R;'s, go hard
As long as you loving me together

[Intro: Almighty Infinite (Boy Big)]
I remember when he was a young boy, I knew his mama for years
Now he wanna be, wanna be a player, I remember him
Had a snotty nose, couldn't know how to tie his shoe
Now he wanna be, a drug dealer, so called pimp
And his macking game, ain't all that
I knew his father... father wasn't all that
(Pimp party) pimps (pimp party) hoes
(Pimp-party, pimp-party, pimp-party, pimp-party)
Oh shit, yo, it's a pimp convention going on in New York City, boy
Yo, you best to get down, we over here in New York City
With the baddest, the finest, finest broads out here in New York City
I tell you boy, we got ass shaking, we got titties shaking
All here, my brother, we gotta come on down, to the pimp convention
[Chorus x4: Boy Big]
Pimp party, chillin' at a pimp party (oh oh oh)
[Eyes Low]
Come and ride with me, where the pimps hang
Big chains, wrapped around necks, specs, under slick rings
Burri' bird los', tan timbs, throwbacks
Heavy cognac, stains on cherry fur coats
Most chicks drink, almost every bird choke
But the party over, when that dessy bird smoke
You already hold folks, it's a don affair
Find a freak with blondish hair, and palm aware
Got my ex-cons in here, with arms to bare
I'm the next, starved for beer, the bomb this year
Yeah, dough we get, that 'dro, we click, that after
Shows, we rip, them hoes, get pimped in fashion
Mo' get sipped, and clothes get stripped, we smashin'
Our boa constrict', deflictin' big compactions
We ain't leavin' til we rip every last dime
Pimp never had blind, bitch better have mine, have mine
[Chorus x4]
[Interlude: Almighty Infinite]
Oh shit, yo, the fucking Bishop Don Juan
White Mo, Jody, muthafuckin' Ribbon Shift
What up my nigga, yo, it's a pimp party
Up in this bitch, boy... we got the pimps to the left
And all, youknowhatimsayin, we got the hoes to the right
And shit, we got pimps in front of me, I got pimps in back of me
Yo, it's gotta be a muthafuckin' pimp party, man
Yo, why the fuck your jewels shining like that, man
Gold ass creak, bigger than hell, man
Yo, that fur coat you got on my brother, yo, word is bond
The illest, man
[Chorus x4]
[Buddah Bless]
Yo, I leave the lab, ghetto fab, from toe to head
Chillin' in some of the codest red
You know I leave the soldier's bread
You know I cock back the hammer, muthafucka, better hold ya head
Now it's gator and ostrich convention
And I got the mack of the year, spot milked
In this tear drop silk, it's pimpin'
Got the beaver skin limped in
Respect robe with the best hoes in pink mink
Sweatin' my ever wish, like I Dream of Jeannie
So they all walk around in g-string bikini
A g' thing, believe me, not everyone's able
I'm gettin' bread off the book, under the table
I'm gettin' head off the hook, under the table
Pour my bottle, bitch, sippin' on a bottle of Crys'
High rollers in this joint, that's been pimpin'
Since pimpin', been pimpin', been pimpin'
Hollywood to Detroit
[Chorus x4]
[Outro: Almighty Infinite]
Yo that's your Pink Cadillac parked out front
Yo, whose Rolls Royce is that
Yo, hold up, who just pulled up in that Bentley, hard, right there?
Oh shit, these pimps done went crazy
They done tripped over New York City
We gonna have a new pimp convention in New York City, today
What's going down, out here, yo where Foxy Brown, where Pam Grier?
Yo, somebody tell me something, I'm bout to lose my mind
We got all this good shit out here, the flyest women
The baddest players, players among players
Players don't even know they players yet

[Intro: Mathematics (Ghostface Killah)]
Ain't never fuckin' shit on here
Damn, the radio play the same shit every day
Some ol' muthafuckin' bullshit
(Yeah.... stay the fuck off my plantation
Yeah... Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang.... yo, yo, yo)
[Ghostface Killah]
Back on the block, smuggling rocks
Rocky graveyard rocks, one chain, fiendin' on the block
I'm fed up, dunn, trynna keep my head up, word up, pa
Sue to get this money, live out, my name God, word life, right
Gats come a dime a dozen, what up cousin?
Guess who got loose on these thugs again
Murder was the topic, manslaughter his little daughter
Had a hundred grand, actin' like Rich Porter
For real kid, remember daffy did the bid
Bought sand, but first he ran up in his dreads quick
Stepped off, bought a phat loft, this thing must of worked
Cuz that white bitch he fucked, got an Ultima
Word up, word up, cat, can't call it pa
Yo Shallah, light up the owl, let's go crowd, pa
So we did it, weeded out, the skit ran
Dedicated to winners and losers, and then, kid
Fuck it, threw on the black thing, grabbed the mac
I'm going out like Rambo, Rae count the grams, slow
Scheemin', dreaming for CREAM, fiend beamin'
Plush eyed Steven, sniffin' rat poison, half ass breathing
Wait, can't tolerate the smell on the fifth floor
Ricans got it locked it down, son, light the choc'
Sure, we lit it, fat Pam gotta be home soon
Butt naked, faggot ass dred, in a back room
Approached him, through out the toast, snatched the jewel notes
Asked him where's his African man, before his brain throws
Against the wall, guess who came out the door, ya'll
Downlow, that TNT cop, kill 'em now, ya'll
Shots rained for sure, fiends hit the floor
Crack pipes, Playboy books, and vouch galore
African kid bounced, cop lost his cape

[Intro: Eyes Low]
Yeah, Eyes Low, my man Pazz up in here
Mad Man Rem, I'mma lay it down, you know how we is
Arch Nemy, heh, I'm holdin' this for the night, feel me
Huh, let 'em know, hit 'em
[Eyes Low]
I'm ain't livin' in the past, I'm livin' the present
Like a ribbon on a present, when deliverin' this smash
Count figures on my stash, weapon on my waist
Cool expression on my face, brown liquor in my glass
Stop scheemin' like you want it, 'for I give you what ask
Cuz no one sweep us down, to put a nephew in his place
I'mma red you in the space, stick him in the trash
Just a victim of a crash, when I left him in a race
Now let's get back to the cash, ruinin' careers
And as long as you don't know me, I've been doin' this for years
So bump homo herbs, with lo-lo words, we strapped
Minolo birds on dodo birds, we packed
That fo-fo bird, that don't throw curves, relaxin'
Coco herbs, my row go swerve, reaction
Now I'm back and I'm ready for war
Ride out, time to settle the score
[Interlude: Eyes Low]
Bring it on, ya'll, hah
Yeah, it's where ya'll count me, yeah, feel me
Eyes Low, I'm in the bing now
Back then, get down, lay down, whatever
We clappin' niggaz off, we backin' niggaz off
Feel me, man, my man Mathematics, he in there with me
We all here together, type Southside, 32nd, for life, man
Feel me, dog, I'm doing it, Queens, Jamaica, baby
You know what I'm reppin'
[Eyes Low]
Aiyo, ya'll rap muthafuckas better label me a problem
Cuz once I get stable on a label it's a problem
The name's Eyes Low, I'm a lyrical God
Drop knowledge, like I'm ghostwritin' lyrics for God
The time's up, prepare for a pain in the ass
LB Fam, Killa Queens, got this game in a smash
That smoke queen, sold crack, never made it to class
Stole whips, faded and crashed, got paper in stash
Everybody wanna know if me and Vegas'll last
You say what you clash, haters hate, stay in the grass
Faggot niggaz takin' raw dick, straight in the ass
While I'm stackin', sippin' on Jack's, straight in the glass
My mom's raised me, like fuck guns, you better without it
Til I got my first pistol, now I'm never without it
Made the hood seem I'm real, so I've never been doubted
All ya'll trash rappin' homo niggaz, never been bout it
The chain's surrounded, lookin' for a vet til he found it
I'm the reason why your chain going, and let you sip fountain
I've never ammounted to shit, ounces and flips
Reloadin' the clip, cuz on the strip, get cheddar and countin'
I'm an addict, used to live, and live to use
With a milli that ya'll play, I never lived to use it
Been a winner since my gone day, ya'll live to lose it
Against the odd, my mob play against the rules, nigga
[Outro: Eyes Low]
Tryin' to let ya'll know how we do, man
Feel me baby, feel my world, I'm bringin' my world to you, man
Alcoholics, buddha heads, real niggaz
Hoes, prostitute, we all in it together for one rule
We tryin' to get this paper, baby, feel my energy, God
Zone off my energy, zone off me
Eyes Low, you know how it be
The God Mathematics, man, layin' this down

[Intro: Method Man]
Boy, you ain't shit
Muthafuckin' right, this my intro, my nigga
Allah Math, that was a good one
One love to the God Inf
In my heart baby, one, one
Stapleton, the Wild West, Park Hill (we gon' freak
this shit like this)
Port Richmond, Now Born, Jungle Nilz
[Chorus: Method Man]
I'm screamin' long live The W
I see you fools through the same as my brothers do
Now can somebody tell me who let them dogs out
And watch these villains tear the roof off they dog house
[Method Man]
Who got that champagne, got that remy, got it good and plenty
Who only got a few friends, and they not friendly
And to scrubs, I might just blackout and blow your lightbulb
We turn night clubs to Fight Club, that's what happens when you invite thugs
The bouge function with haters and busters
And big head Hollywood hoes, let's get the fuckers
Guess who, you like Meth who, now let me show you what the tech do
Spit when he talk, and word wet you
It's the return of the su-super sperm
Mackin', lovin' my perm, have ya, fling out that burn, bitch
If you don't know me, then you better know my flow
Meth Jigga what, Jigga who, jiggalo
[Hook: Method Man]
I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (uh-huh)
I don't usually do this, but keep the party going (nigga)
I don't usually do this, but keep the party going
Yo yo'ing, yo, yo, yo, yo'ing
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
As if the fortune or fame, that make y'all change
Got Milton Bradley hatin' the game, playas hatin' the same
Y'all know his name, no need to mention or to explain
What I've been through, how I get down, or why I came
Let's talk about this flame in my mouth, I can't contain
Some weed pocket change and some brain I can't complain
Now, I heard y'all ladies got them thang thangs, do you really
Park Hillbillies, come from down south, slap ya silly
So what the dealy, with them Dutch Masters, really yo
Backwoods, and niggaz that make herb with illio
I swear these niggaz don't know they ass from they elbow
Don't know that I'mma strike, short of a shelltoe
Niggaz around here, stick ya like velcro
Case closed, baby it ain't safe no more
Come on
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Interlude: Panama P.I.]
If you can drink or smoke it
Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high
You can drink it or smoke it
Whatever gets you by, everybody in here, high
We gon' keep the party going, Mathematics, Method Man
Panama P.I., yea, John 3:16

[StreetLife]
This is it, back in the mix and shit
Verbal gymnast, watch how we flip the script
Doors we split, money ain't rebuild the click
Check the real shit
Niggaz die for pose in they whips
Now we rich and some niggaz smelling they piss
I still murder anyone of y'all fucking with this
We convicts, time served with no jail visits
I'm out now and if you ain't rolling with this
It's no love, it's no hugs, I ain't friends with ya
And you can catch a slug if the Clan say 'Get Ya'
Street Life do anything to get richer
I'll murder you just to put my face in your picture
Why it's like that? I don't play with rap
I got dough to stack, a whole bowl of cracks
In the blocks, it's slowing, I ain't going back
So I'm fucking with Wu when I'm bringing my gats
[multiple gun shots]
[Hook: Buddah Bless]
What's up?
Is this nigga spitting off with the rules?
What's going down?
Absolut till the eighty is proof
What it look like?
The thug 'bout to get in a fight
What it is?
Yo it's just the club, man it's jumping tonight
[Buddah Bless]
This is it, go 'head nigga, start them shit
I'ma beef on the streets with a monster click
You put crills on your blills and I sponsored it
Now mix a lil bit of 'dro with the choco stick
Crack the Dutch, roll it up nigga, spark that shit
I'm bringing flame to the game, I'm an arsonist
And why these cops trying to catch me?
I'ma get gold on ice like Wayne Gretzky
Snipe like Wesley, flows I hawk and spit
I ain't talking shit-it, walking with it
Long forbid it, get lost, forget it
I paid the cost and did it
This a auction, bid it
Y'all don't know what I put up to get it
So put up or shut up, blaze down
What's going down nigga? What up?
What the blood clot? What the fuck got?
Gun cocked, one shot, lung pop
Lunch stop nigga like sun hot
Throw guns warm, conversate arm

[Logic]
I'm a gangsta, it's homicide to ya lullabyes
Ridin' by, still screamin' out, fuck a 9 to 5
Traumatized niggas couldn't play in this sport
Either you ball or you flamin' your torch
Sell draw, or just came from up north
Homey, it's one or the other
Cuz it's real, when it's a steel to your son or you mother
I come from the gutter, but now I gotta rise to the top
Take 'em back to them times, I had them dimes in my drop
Or that nine by my crotch, just to pick up the stack
It's '88 style, when we had them nickels and crack
Y'all niggas is wack, shorty on the real, it's a damn, shame
The way they let y'all little niggas up in this damn game
My campaign is a team that'll shank ya
It don't mean that we thugs, it just means that we gangstas
That's rearranger strangers, with the bangers
When you in the presence of my chamber
[Nemy]
I'm not the one you should step to
Cuz when the drama pop off, I'm not the one to be next to
Not the one, to be known, for that nigga who left you
I'm here for the long run, I fight you til it's long done
Rhyme like a case, you can't leave til you caught one
Up in your face, I'ma breathe something awesome
The foursome is here, you been waiting for all year
We lost some, but still, we linkin' it all clear
We some (gangstas), straight from Jamaica, Queens, making dreams
Come true, by taking themes, hey, it's me, I'ma (gangsta)
Never, the one to be played, a made man on my own
I ain't wanna be raid, I made plans on my own, I ain't wanna be hated
Being down in trees, made me wanna be great
I got down with my please, but I don't wanna be cased
I prayed down on my knees, yo, for one of these days
[Chorus x2: Eyes Low]
I'm a gangsta, keep my mind on my money
Cock my nine when I'm hungry, down to ride for my homey
I'm a gangsta, I stay with a bitch by my side
Lookin' dipped in the ride, I can't hide it
[Mad Man]
We some gangstas, niggas, but we rollin' with bangers
I take a piss on your lawn, and say hello to your neighbors
Fucker, I switch dames, like I switch lanes
Queens nigga, talk slicker than a pimp with a cane
Cuz I'm a gangsta, crack slinger, cognac drinker
Til the party gat bring a baseball bat swinger
Very hard hitter, permanent scar giver
Local baby mom's hitter, only drink hard liquor
I leave the bar, with the bartender pollyin'
In the telly with your girl, you can find me in
I be in the cut, look, tommy, you get buck shook
Niggas I don't fuck with, try'nna get rich
Cuz we tired of re'in up, fast cash is the worst type
And I burn herb like gas on a turnpike
Love a chick that let me hit the ass on the first night
It's only right... gangsta, y'all know me right
[Eyes Low]
On 9/27, a gangsta born
I wish I had a g to stack, for every day that I mourn
Kept a ratchet by my hip, in every state I performed
I'm like a magnet to the strip, with heavyweight in my palm
Stash box in the whip, in case the cops got flopped
Made a name, got the fame, then my stocks got high
I handle long, them I'm outtie, once them shots pop hot
You see my moms was an alch-ey, and my pops got high
I live the real life, dogs, you better understand
I'm a thug, but God's hug, give me the upper hand
You drowned in holy water, drenched in cold blood
Turn pounds, the ho's reporters convinced, it's no love
You said, how much of this, could the world handle?
Tuckin' my forty-five, watchin' my girl handle the pearl handle
In the city of murder, we holdin' iron
Trapped ready to - they sleep, no denyin'

[Chorus: Mathematics]
It was the good life, we rolled dice, with not much, but hung tough
With grandmas, and grandpas, my Old Earth, my great pops
With hustlers that hustled and pimps that played
And O.G.'s that never played, Mac ten's that sprayed
From park jams and projects, parades lead to forty
Southside seventeen, Sufton bully shorties
Seven crowns, one eighteen, the Gods we get down
Lakeweed to Inwood, it's all good, it's my town
[Mathematics]
Back in the days: New Birth, Chi-Lites and O'Jays
Sang the roots, they hit the stage, they hit the stage
They hit the stage, they hit the stage
It was set in a mack and mo'
Yellow Caddy, roof down, deckin' slow mo
Grim hat to the side, feather in it
Burgundy, pimpin' on a stroll for a minute, now
How you doin' this morning, Miss Johnson?
She's crouchin', snatchin' up the weeds from out her garden
I beg your pardon, and catch you down at the pool hall
Where we can play a game, smoke a tray and drink some alcohol
Placin' numbers, catch each one as they sprintin'
And printin', numbers in there heads like it's printed
Fur coats, minks, and canes, pops givin' me
Shots on the low, moms blastin' Al Green
"I'm Still In Love With You", Kool-Aid, hot grits
New skits, fist fights, black-eyes and fat lips
Gangs with chains and motorcycles, family rivals
You fight one, you fight all, if have too
Afro's and picks, chicks double dutch
They young, they cry "Black & Strong" as they strut
No more, we shall overcome, they overcame
A Black Panther, black liberation army and
Brothers, who fought to hold the grain
Sisters who bare these pains so there seeds could break these chains
Brain music: Curtis, Marvin and Teddy
The Temptations, plus The Sweet Inspirations
[Chorus]
[Mathematics]
Ladies sung the blues, Smokey hit the high notes
Coolie High lost Cochise a while ago
It's been a long time coming
Funny how things changed, Superfly Priest just left the game
Cotton came to Harlem, last weekend
It's peeking, fiends around nottin', creepkin' and sleakin'
Eyes the sice of watermelons, grits the size of fists
Searchin' for the next fame to stick
Slick daddy with the heroin, dust if you must
Herb, free basic, you lust
Goalie left his hoes on the stroll, dipped on the low
Stabbed Pretty Tone and watched him blow
James died in a car crash, J.J. felt the blast
Penny got furnished beneath the cast
Who seen our moms, last, baby, I'm back though
What's Happening? Baretta's on the block with the four-four
Him and Kojak fuckin' with Lamont and Rollo
Some things never change, son, maybe tomorrow
Or the day after, another chapter
Wishin', aww shit, Huggy Bear, fuckin' snitchin'
Chop his throat with them razors they be tuckin'
That's for talkin', they hung his tongue and kept walkin'
And headed down to the Bar Lounge
To hear some soulful sounds, and drown a few rounds
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Mathematics]

[Intro: RZA]
It's Da Great Siege, Allah Mathematics
[Hook: RZA]
It's Da Great Siege
See y'all faggot niggaz back the fuck up
Y'all bitches just back the fuck up
It's Da Great Siege
Killa Bees in fatigue
No time to bob or weave
Your city's intrigued
Pushing straight through in a navy-blue H2 Hummer
Bounce a nigga bummer
We scrape you dumber
Shaolin rooftop talk
We shot talk
Who shot hawk?
Bobby got off
It's Da Great Siege
Killa Bees in fatigue
You caught up in intrigue
The city's caught
No chance to bob and weave
BZA-Bobby [bzz]
Shaolin - ring the alarm
Who shot hawk?
Who got off?
Pushing through in a H2 navy-blue Hummer
Bounce a nigga, we scrape you
You looking dumber and dumber
We turn winter to summer
[RZA]
We be sharing poems, wearing hand bones
Tearing domes in half, seizing thrones
Wearing stones, they engineering clones
But they can't zone in to where the soul roams
I'm home, up in my lab 'bout to stab the pad
Just hit this blunt, just had some cunt
Rice and beans, steamed from the à la cuisine in Queens
across the street from the Nazarean
The black prince in the G wagon, black tints
Music bubbling, hollarin at the hood wench
The mechanic fix like Johnny Goodwrench
Ninja walk on sands, leave no footprints
Bitches dialect compressed on cassette
Two three point intellect, splashed in Fayette's
On TV video shows, pretty video hoes
Licking old souls, spread eagle pose
Shaolin talk slang with the royal blood
[Hook: RZA]
Killa Bees in fatigue
No chance to bob and weave
The city's intrigued
I'm pushing straight through in that navy-blue H2 Hummer
We scrape you, it's a bummer
You dumber and dumber
Shaolin rooftop talk
Who shot hawk?
Who got off? - Bobby
Trapped in the Bing like my name was Crosby
Getting these bills like Cosby
[RZA]
I'm up on Pickin
Bitch walked in on a veggie fried rice and half a chicken
Like it's finger-licking, my favorite clicking
On some old finger-picking, itchy trigger, nigga listen [gun shot]
[Hook: RZA]
It's Da Great Siege
Killa Bees in fatigue
You're gonna get intrigued
The city's caught
No chance to bob and weave
BZA-Bobby, Shaolin rooftop talk
Who shot hawk?
Who got off?
Pushing through in a H2 navy-blue Hummer
Bounce a nigga, he scrape you
You looking dumber and dumber
We turn winter into summer
Can we bling bling, shine shine
[Outro: RZA]

[Intro: Bald Head]
Haha, yeah..
See man? Playas, man
That's how it is, can't stop, knowhatimean
I mean feel me, man, feel where I'm comin' from, bro
[Chorus x2: Bald Head]
Mami, dancin' on my lap, tell me can you feel that?
We can get up out of here, I got somewhere to chill at
Rims on the Cadillac, go round and round
Round - that's that coach talk
[Bald Head]
Heard ya'll niggaz love to smoke and shit, get ya head right
Ladies you can roll with me, I break day light
Holla in the afternoon, crush on the latenight
Playas, thugs, pimps -- they don't play right
I coach and I stroke my chicks, never play fight
That's heavy, you can quote the kid, nothing to take life
Jealous, you hate the kid, well you can stay tight
Or focus, seein' it dog, I never lose sight
I move around, so I booked a few flights (yup)
Met two chicks that fuck with two dikes
Got 'em from the airport, it's on for two nights
They always catch feelings, guess it's just life
I always cut 'em off, guess I'm just trife
And I never call back, guess it's just phife
That got me fucked up, dog, you know this ain't right
Too many ladies on my - whew - so I'm lovin' them right, uh-huh
[Chorus x2]
[Bald Head (Starr)]
(Where them dollas at?) Mah, you ain't built for that
We on another level, (boo, I'll take you higher than that
I take you to a place you ain't never seen before)
Shorty, you talk slick, let the kid, hear more
(I'm like a diamond in the rough, some said, I talk tough
They be like, we're the novelty, callin' you bluff)
I'm like a buggy eye, ride with class and talk thug talk
Live the street life, the new king of New York
(I like your style, white tee, rocked over your wife beat')
I like my girl fiesty, every night she let me beat it
(But it's not like me, to tie down or be a wifey)
But it's not like me to tie down, but if you like me
We can swing an ep', just don't bring your friends
Cause you know how they act, when they see that Benz
(What you mean my friends) Yeah (See I roll for self
I got a got a coupe for two, I do mine for stealth) come on
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Bald Head]
You know what I mean? Just coaches baby, that's it man
24/7 man, 365 man, that's that coach talk, man
Get it together man, Brooklyn, man, Mathematics, man
Starr, man, Bald Head, man, it's the coach talkin' nigga
It's the coach talking, nigga.. you know I'm being a player, baby

[Intro: Hot Flames]
Yeah... it's that pain
Strongarm, Mathematics, yeah, yo
[Hot Flames]
Sometimes I zone out, starin' at the wall with the chrome out
I'm broke, but I'm black, so I can't take a loan out
Judges sendin' me in, cases hardly gettin' thrown out
Lost in the system, fam, like I miss 'em
Had a smart mouth, so the gods probably twist 'em
On the floor leaking, til the meds come and stitch 'em
Little brother got that, cops pistol whipped 'em
Heard he in the gay house, faggot nigga pimpin' him
Thought he was a thug, look what the world did to him
Everything's changing, everybody banging
Every where you go in this world, niggaz hating
Used to kick ass, now he take it in the anus
Told his moms, phone hit the floor when she fainted
She a Jehovah witness, she blamin' it on Satan
Both sons locked up, spend her nights prayin'
Welfare washed up, living in the basement
Daughter on the strip, now, hoe and for nathin'
Moms got arthritis, hands keep shaking
Couple months passed, now she buried in the pavement
Fifteen alcoholic, whole life wasted
[Chorus x2: Hot Flames]
Can I rise? And get to the laugh, through the cries
While I'm alive, the projects, the hood through my eyes
No lies, people relyin' or just enough cash
To survive, I'mma strive, to the top, before I die
[Hot Flames]
Little man again, tired of people making fun of him
Poppy spaz out, if you put the gun in front of him
O.G. hustling nigga, gave him a pack
Told him to, hold his head and gave him a gat
Shorty coming through, whips now, we started to stack
Started hanging out with pimps now, started to mack
Flossin', his lady got pregnant, had an abortion
Cops raided his crib, took half of his fortune
The other half that he had, was the O.G.'s potion
He's left for nothing, thirty thou', down the drain
Now he mad the gate, that he fouled the game
He got knocked, lost his dough, write after, he lost his hoes
Did a year, then they off of parole
Five years, it took that, couldn't wait to get home
But that O.G. hustler, was waiting with chrome
He owed him, twenty five, only gave him fifteen
He thought, being that he did time, the nigga wouldn't see him
But he did, came home and he was waiting in his crib
Came in his door, he had his lady, suckin' his dick
Down to the floor, he spazzed out, thought she was cheating
Til he seen her face was beaten, he had no gun
But he did start swinging, the O.G. whistle
Three niggaz came in with pistols, poppin'
And left, his last words, were 'baby, I miss you'
[Chorus x2]
[Hot Flames]
Son, started rappin at 12, by 15, he was sick
His whole hood thought he had potential, to be the next B.I.G
So many rap niggaz, offered to put him under the table
But he signed with no lawyer, to an underground label
Everything was good at first, so he was feeling the vibe
I mean, he knew he was gonna struggle, but he was willing to ride
They had him on some pretty shit, and it was killing his pride
But he held it in, kept it all, hittin' in sides
See, he was gutter since birth, he didn't know about flossin'
Coppin' him new Benz, he didn't know it was gon' cost him
He ain't know if he ain't blowin', he gon' wind up owein'
And that brand new car, they gonna wind up towin'
It's more than music, everything is based on business
He's a hard headed little nigga, never would listen
Signed off his publishing, for half of his spinach
Spaz out on 'em, and his whole career was finished
Til he signed to another label, and repaired his image
Got back on that hard shit, they ain't feelin' him now
Hand fools, last year, he was killing the crowd
Now he can't even go gold, he gettin' tired of the game
Niggaz makin' fun of his name, he gettin' tired of the shame
Took it out on his dame, now he locked in the bang, it's crazy
It's how we live, yeah..
[Chorus x2]
[Outro: Hot Flames]
Can I Rise?

[Intro: Eyeslow]
Tell 'em what you see, Slugz
[T-Slugz]
I see fellas shootin' cracks, near the stoupe
Old man sellin' fruit, out the trunk of his hoop
Old lady singin' the blues, young mother stop
Watch as a baby boy tie his shoes
White cops on the corner, with fire in they eyes
Can't wait to see a black man die, family cries
Girls jumpin' double dutch, shorty's playin' hopskotch
Grown folks get drunk, O.G.'s sellin' pot
Mr. Softy's outside on days when it get hot
Crowd circle around victims, every time they get shot
Young g's, playin' skelly, waxin' they tops
Teenage dudes run around with cracks in they socks
Twin building born and raised, fat ass with good grades
Sleep in the back of the staircase blazed
Drinkin' Olde E. in the fifth grade, cuts until you know me
On the rooftop, where I bust my first pistoly
Skelly for money was the shit, packin' bags in the back store
Trynna get rich off tips
Used to play baseball cards, 7/11, American eagle
Wresting, for them cardboard belts
Through the end, god rest the dead
Tell the jokes in the lobby, slapboxing was the young g's hobby
Hear guns pop, everybody run and pick a spot to watch
Come back when the body drop, and see who got shot
D's blitz, we vacate the block
The last man's, usually the first man to get got
Eleven o'clock curfew, out to late, answer to moms
Not pops, pops live with his moms
Word is bond was the new slang, then they came up with 'da bomb'
Who would of known it would define this charm
That are totin' right now, to reminisce this song
To put your feet in the boots, of a new born don, it's on
[Interlude: Eyeslow]
Uh - yo, let me tell you what I see
[Eyeslow]
I see the brain dead 'caine heads
Dope addicts with 'matics that'll body something
Just to get a dame fed, dealers trynna raise bread
For new rides, could end up in jail stuck
With no bail money, inside, for real money, it's live
I live where they snatch cables, and turn
Corner bodegas, until crack tables
Ex-gangstas, rich money, through rap labels
I'm watchin' as the world collapse fatal
I'm seeing, for dependants on the tax return
For one single long stress, though the cash concern
Billy stable from the cash he earned
But her baby daddy, see his four kids as his last concern
Dog -- I see the scam, behind the scam, pause in Iraq for terrorism
What's the plan behind the plan, fuck the President
It's time to ask the man behind the man
My niggaz pay dues in advance, I remember my first day of school
As I sit back still, think about my Pre-K days with Miss MacNeel
Linin' up in size order, acid wash jeans
Arcade Mario, before the Macintosh screens
That was back in our scene, dope cotoroids
Yellow Pat Ewing kicks, match the old coloroids
Bills have me so annoyed, first love dumped in sixth grade
She had a thing for the older boys, I remember my first high
Puffin' the L, using three different colognes to cover the smell
Conversatin' with my mom dukes, blunted as hell
She seen through my red eyes, I was under the spell
Ain't nothing like the good ol' days, like the first gun I clutch
First nut I bust, caught her at the double dutch
Pre-school, summer lunch, milk was stale
Yo, my first sale landed me my first time in jail
As a youth, shit was real
[T-Slugz]
Feel what I feel, see what I see
Put yourselves in my shoes, take a walk with me
Where the thugs clack pistols, off police
Side arms, scorch niggaz to the fourth degree
O.G.'s doing shit, they get a '85
Back then where hustlin' was like a cup of tea
How you want the glock pumped in that 43
Workin' your mail box, no building key
No scat to the thing, get your enemies
This the new millennium, get on your j.o.b
If you see what I see, be where I be
Degrees, that it's living like refugees
And the hood's get boring, only thing to do is smoke trees
And walk through the revolving door
Every day the same thing, only thing different is that
You might take another route to the stores
See a thug on the floor, holding his jaw
For fights, the cat, who bustin' gats southpaw
Top of his dome looking like coleslaw
They left him in the park, under the sliding board
DT's walking around and they asking questions
Never get no answers, we know our lessons
Baby moms stressin', cause I come home late
She don't understand that I got moves to make
Trynna get us out this hood, ma, I change your fate
Cause I don't wanna fall victim to my own mistakes
Been to too many funerals, too many wakes
I cried, my last cry, trynna clean my slate
Still watchin' all the snakes, and the playas who hate
Violate and get ate, like a piece of cake
Take a walk where the hustlas lay, on the grind all day
Hooded DT's, a block away
Cause the kid's gotta eat, and it's bills to pay
Grown men beggin' family for a place to say
Now these teenage girls livin' life as a pie
Cry inside, cause outside they livin' alive
Take a walk where the gangstas die, now the candles act
Shit lit up like the fourth of july
Every week it's a new obituary in the lobby
And the memory of somebody who got bodied
Niggaz rollin' dice in front of the building
And serving the fiends dreams, in front of the children
Hood life is the only life we know

[Intro: T-Slugz]
I got it, in yo city
Strong arm.... let's go
[Chorus x2: T-Slugz]
Yo, my life's like a story, I'm let it be known
It was like that before me, and it lit up my soul
Now I see through the lines, to the lies they told
Lives they stole, this wasn't the life I chose
[T-Slugz]
Feel like I'm living in an ocean of sharks
Or in the tank with snakes
I'm not an artist, I'm just somebody's bait
Take flicks, no smile on my face, I'm a serious dude
I'm bout to make this world a scary place
Plus I'm guided by the light in my fate
So I see my way, up that road, before I get to the gates
Learned to separate the truth from lies, and put ya bullshit aside
For the family, I ride til I die
Ain't no such things as friends, know why?
Cause them niggaz is plottin' like foes
You can see the hate in they're eyes
Stretch life with the ink in my pen, I'm obsessed with writing
And all these bars is a blessing from God
Teach lessons to the young g's, that chill in the yard
I tell 'em, time will get you, if you caught off guard
Stay focused, watch them devils ridin' by in them cars
Jumpin' out, tryin' to turn our ghetto to Oz
Two wise to be fooled, by phony disguise
I strategize, calculate my moves with stride, so
Never could you hurt my pride, cause I ain't got one
Nor an ego, towards any of my amigos
I see through cracks like peep holes
Soon as you creep low, you seep low, when the heat blow
I ain't got to be dude, that'll pull the trigger
I'm the man, who hires the killer to wack that nigga

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass
The things that you learnt in class, is trash
You can't do nothing with it, I put you in the past
The pilgrim muthafuckas - shut the fuck up!
I do it to you bad luck, the hair get plucked
The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash
And stay out of business, cuz I'm takin' your cash
This world belong to me, none of y'all free
I got y'all in - slavery
The habit of breathing, the hope to find
That you're misbehaving, Link your Cuban
Fuck your booing, flash the burners
On your crewing, cuz I'm much different from
The other M.C.'s, I got the amazing ability
I get on the mic, so you can have a ball (break that break)
I can fly through the air and stick to the wall
I can take a punch, or get hit by a car
Could go to the nearest or farthest star
As a matter of fact, that's what I won't talk about
How I'm going outer space, just to be in the house
How I'm going outer space, - - be in the house
[Chorus x7: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Break that break (nah-nah-nah-nah)
[U-God]
I'm that mic enhancer, the beat programmer
When Ason Unique speak, he throw hammers
And we go bananas over old school breaks
I take an old school loop and break it on yo face
I start from a clean slate, bang you on the waistline
Deep Space Nine, mass master bass line
I break spines, til they fraction or splinter
I want Michael Jackson money, just a fraction of Thriller
Deep in, the laboratory, manufacture the Zilla
Cock, notch category, capture the realer
We the ex-drug dealers, still serving them fiends
With TV's in the car, the size of movie screens
You know the routine, give 'em what they need
That disco shit, satisfaction guaranteed
[Chorus x7]
[Masta Killa]
Yeah, 1-2-3, microphone check
In the place to be, as you can see
This is Wu-Tang Clan guest starring M.C
With no harm intended, nobody offended
Carry on with the social, nothing but a party tonight
Special invite, ladies free before midnight
We lock the club down, clash sound hear the guns pop
See D.J.'s spin, counter clock, keep gridlocked
Line around the block, women by the flock
Wanna party with the great, I reap Jamel
Ring bells throughout the state
Diggin' in the crates, for the old school
Remix, nice it up for the people
Ladies want the hardest stiff, to spread eagle

[Intro: Movie sample]
Hey wait a minute, man, what about me?
Hey wait a minute, y'all got.
Y'all play a role in a racket flow
It was an act of God
I don't know what kind of act it was
I don't know how a junkie bust into my room and stole my TV
Hey, it wasn't me, man
Why ain't you out here arrestin' him?
Instead of runnin' him out
It was me, I confess! I confess!
Dead story, a respectable workin' person can't even walk 5 minutes
on the street without somethin' happenin'
All you cops don't do nothin'!
Junkier than police, one right behind the other with his hand out
Oh, baby, he's gonna get rid of both of you cops
[Chorus: Buddha Bless]
Ayo, we always gon' hit heads left and right
We always gon' get dumb skets to fight
We always smoke and drink to set shit right
Yo it's always gon' be left, to we left the light
[Buddha Bless]
We always gon' be thug niggaz and see drug figures
Always gon' be stuck on the block, fuckin' with cops
Always gon' get McGirts, liftin' skirts
Turn around and let the click just work
We always gon' be chasin' cash, racin' fast
Like we don't need life yo
It's always gon' be street life
We always gon' bank the dough, spank the hoe
Drink some Mo', you better act like you think you know
It's always gon' be Queens N.Y
Always gon' be scenes when men die
We always gon' be doin' time for doin' crimes
It's always gon' be in Riker's Island
We always gon' be "life is wildin"
We always gon' be puffed out, mobbed out
With your bitch gettin' dogged out
And the click gettin' slobbed out
Love between thugs, it's love between clubs
It's always gon' be, like the giddy, it's always ownin' me
We always gon' shake the dice, stay laced in ice
Talk the Judas down when we hate the price
Always gon' keep it funky
It's always gon' be grungy
We always gon' eat cuz we always gon' be Hungry
We always gon' grab the dick, try to bag a chick
And walk around with a grill like we mad at shit
We always gon' be in project hallways
Crowdin' up the doorways, drownin' up the Jorday's
We always gon' be naughty
Liberty bassly, forty, niggaz be crazy, whodi
Always.
[Chorus x0.75]
[Buddha Bless]
Yo it's a..
[Masta Killa]
....warnin', East New York niggaz formin'
Beats say Bang Ya Head, Sister Sledge
War dance with the wild Apache Indian
Get Tom machine gun, fast car, big engine
Few squads for the back massage, head job
Then it's back to business
Murder one, leave no witness
Snatch mic, bash face and fight
Red light scope at night
Movin' through the Snow dressed in White
It's the ninja from the rooftop site
Aim for the brain, snipe from the buildin' across the boulevard
Hit him from a hundred yards
I just got a type from 'Preme behind bars
Peace God, you beat niggaz up, I suppose
Sixteen metal machine I still hold
Shoot snub from ear lobe
Fortified rich with Twelve Jewelz of Islam
Walk humble and calm
Newspaper under the arm conceal arms
[U-God]
You want it rough? That Hellfire stuff?
Poisonous mics, yo make the party jump
Delicious, the funk, make your heart pump
Told ya, soldiers get over the hump
Your arms are too short boy you don't wanna rump
with U-God the grump, van, black truck
Ha, heavy on the grams, every man back up
Niggaz act up, let the style spin
This is Knockout Kings 2000 again
Let the style in for a few proud men
Clifton Project, rugged grain Shaolin
Women in the bed, wolves are fed
Same Wu Chamber that Bang Ya Head
Aim with the stainless, hang like dreads
Dirty at the game but the same celebs
[Chorus]
[Icarus]
Yo, yo, yo
Is it the hate that make me sip the Hennessey straight?
Then go and leave my enemy face, simply erase
Make me hop out the Benz with the Tennessee plates
Make me run up in ya house shoutin', "Empty the safe"
Or could it be love? Make be rock the hoodie and gloves
Wonder if Snoop wasn't Crip, would he be Blood?
Or maybe it's where I'm from, Bushwick
That got me wearin' my gun everywhere that I come
Why your chick got my pubic hair on her tongue
Uh-huh, if you wanna see the light, nigga, stare at the sun
Can it be my older days that gave me my colder ways?
Blowin' strays at your rollerblades
Whatever it be, that make me take your leather and flee
Evidently, livin' legal never was me
[Inspectah Deck]
Yo we livin' it, lovin' every minute, won't quit it
Hollow points aim with your first name printed
In it for the money, never did it for love
Made a few enemies, couldn't limit the slugs
Never talk much, got ways of handlin' such
The enforcer, cause the police to rush
On the daily, rarely seen, often heard
You can spot me in the Hill layin' off of the curb
On the verge of snatchin' up ya crown and throne
While I walk through the heart of the Hell and call it home
Shao' borough Commando, style thorough
Wild like a convict lose on the furlo [echoes]
[movie sample]

[Intro: Buddah Bless]
It's plain to see, you can't change me
Cuz I'ma be a pimp for life
[Buddah Bless]
Who's the mack? You see the Benz? Yeah I'm crusin' that
You see the Timbs with the Gucci pact, you see the lucci stack?
Screamin', where the hoochies at?
I'm that nigga, that'll leave the coochie fat
Step off, you know the clothes, kind of droopy cat
Daddy, with the white tee, on the wife beat'
Accomidated nicely, with the ice piece
Blingin' like a disco ball, all on the white piece
I'm slick like Crisco oil, my forefathers were fed great
All these players wanna hate, and I'm just bringin' the game up to date
Macaroni, for sheez, all I needs the cheese
So please, get on your knees and freeze
Gangsta, ain't nothing square about me
One of my bitches passed, and it ain't bring a tear up out me
All I said was that I'm sorry that I had to blew you, baby
[sample]
You were there... and no one else
Can be in my corner, darling
It's you that I'll do nothing to love
And I placed no one above
Oh... how can I ever face ya?
[Buddah Bless]
See the game is you gotta be chosen
I'm the pimp, so you gotta be ho
Gift of gab, I talk so fast, I make 'em walk on glass
And before, she start bleeding, she be back on the track
Getting that, trap on the back, ain't no slack on the mack
How could I change the game, this the only life I know
There goes another brother in love, try'nna wife a ho
Baby, I'm talkin' bout pimpin', been since pimpin', since been pimpin...
See the game is you gotta be chosen
I'm a player, man, you know?
I ain't wettin' these hoes, how I look
Being with one chick, when there's hundreds
I can have fun with, roll blunts with, my dog
While we hittin' these broads, I can't even understand
Why y'all be sweatin' these broads
Couldn't understand, why they make up to break up
To gettin' in shape love, for tears, to wake up
I drive cars to forsake love, cuz I seen
People live their heart open, just to see their heart broken
Tomorrow hoping, through the hurt, that they come back
Yeah, love'll leave, you deserted, straight like that
Snap, put somebody in your place like that
How can love go and take somebody faith, like that?
It's sad how something so good, can be so bad
Something bringin' so much joy, could leave so mad
Mama say you can hide, love will find you baby
You can run, love will always be behind you baby
Now I don't care, even if you refuse it baby
One day, love is gonna knock on your door and say
[sample]
Take you home and make you, my loving wife
So we can always be together, all day and night
[movie sample]
Now remember, a pimp is only as good as his block
Yeah... just tied up his women up
Now you gots to go out there, and you got to get the best ones
You can find, and you gotta work them broads, like nobody's
Ever worked them before... and never forget
Anybody can control a woman but....
See... but the key is to control her mind
You see pimpings, been pimpings, since been pimpings
It's goin' been going on, since the beginning of time
And it's gonna continue, straight ahead
Til somebody out there turns out the lights on you, a long time
Can you dig it? (Yeah, yeah, I can dig it)
You gonna have a bank roll so big, when you walk down the street
It's gonna look like ya pockets got the mumps
(Hey yea, they gonna have to rewrite the maccabean book
You know, cuz I'ma be the new king, I'm gonna be so cool
Put the blunt in here, man, that they gonna have to change
The name of the game... you know? And uh...
And I'm gonna get the hottest bitches I can find
A whole boat load of money, and I'ma get myself
Some fine looking vines and a great looking ride

[sample]
"Who I sleep with is my own personal business"
"Nah, man, no, who you sleep with
The first face you see in the mornin
Is very, significant, man, that's where you get your energy from
It's your mirror, can you dig it?"
[Intro: Allah Real (Inspectah Deck)]
I'm thinking of the drop?
Peace beautiful how you doing?
You know I always see you, girl I wanna know
You know what I had in my mind for you
I just wanted to let you know that, damn girl
(To all the queens), just give me a chance
(To all the earths), I know you dig me, and I dig you (the goddesses)
And I don't see why we can't make this happen
(All the wisdoms) All you gotta do is have the will in yo mind
And the will in mine -- I already got the will in my mind
To say let's make it happen -- (all the syrens)
Let's just see it, man, let's just find out
Because I see the way you look at me, and I look at you
The thing's that on my mind are all the time
It's heaven, girl -- it's just heaven (yo, yo)
[Inspectah Deck]
Love or lust, voluptious strain struck my eye
Black butterly, said she'd never love another guy
I was a secret lover, now she says the'll be no other
Hard to keep each other, knowing one day will be discovered
See, I love ya, since my childhood, ma, look how you've grown
We used to zone off and making love through the phone
Now, stay with me, daisy lady drive me crazy
Crazy tried to kill my baby, steal my baby, baby
[Interlude: Allah Real]
Girl, I wanna know, you know what
Fact, listen girl (I wanna know)
Just like everybody wanna come at you
I'm comin' at you, but I'm the real man
That wanna let you know something
I wanna let you know, you got it, girl
You know what I mean? You got it, you got the flavor
Like raspberry to strawberries, girl
You the one I need
[RZA]
High priced ice on my neck, cause the windchill
She melt like a snowflake up against my car windshield
Eyes like a reindeer, lost, innocent Bambi
Toss the jammy from me, loved the life family
Long talks and pillow fights, walking at night
All she needed was a little light, shorty shining bright
E-mails flirtin' with you, Bobby bout to burst a missile
Wanted to hurt or tickle, girl, could you slurp it, would you?
[Interlude: Allah Real]
Can you hear me? Can you hear what I'm sayin' to you girl?
I'm trynna show you how much I feel, the way I feel for you
But here we go again, ma, one more time
All you gotta do is just take a listen
Just listen to me baby, ok? Just listen
Listen to my needs, listen to your needs
[Ghostface Killah]
Five and a half in Boys, ass is off the hook
High school pussy, heard you got the best noogie
Sugar walls, watch your love, slide right on my dick
I'm palmin' ya ass like this while you ridin' it
I'm about to cum boo-boo, chill for a sec
I feel it at the tip, ma', your pussy too wet
One false move and I will blast like the very first time
Burnt you with candle wax/wax, while you was slobbin' mine
Dick is sensitive, you move, baby here it is
Oh Lord, I told you not to move, you dumb broad
Cummin' for days, wettin' ya caves
My dick is like the sprinklers and maybe ya dush, I'm here to save the day
Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches
Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggaz
Solomon was wise and I got fifty other bitches
Some eat bitches, some bitches fuck my niggaz
[Allah Real]
Girl I wanna know..
You know you always stayin' on my mind
Listen to our niggaz, ok girl
Girl I wanna know..
Because together we can make a change
That'll be like, ahhh
You feel me girl, do you feel me?
Girl I wanna know..
You always on my mind, girl, always
I wanna know, you know you always stayin' on mind

[Intro: Method Man]
Come on! Yeah... yeah..
Yo, yo.
[Chorus x2: Cappadonna]
Wu-Tang, we always in the Spot Lite
Get paper, every night is hot night
We stay tight, we just livin' our life
We just livin' our life
[Method Man]
I drink till I'm drunk, smoke skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk
Eekin out the pours, cum stain, shitty drawers
Pissin' down ya elevators shaft, no class, writin graf' on ya walls
It be us, fuck ya law, nigga, my cause is "because"
No yin to my yang, it's a black thing
Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
Took the crack game applied it to the rap game, y'all
Pop quiz, now, what artist hits the hardest?
Get down with the syndrome: retarded
I think it was them swordsmen, place ya chess pieces on the boards and
Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair
Or a New World Disorder, got us, fuckin the coal miner's daughter
That y'all, but not us
Fly back, flag a cab and say "check ya"
Next time you see me, say peace and I'll respect ya, Tical
[Chorus x2]
[U-God]
Yo, lights, cameras, don't forget the action
The needle skip, but the turntable scratchin'
Chain blow, bangles, heavy on the cashin'
Same old, Range rove', rainbow Manhattan
Craftmen, captive, still I'm avalanchin'
Holy war, handsome, break 'em off harassin'
Latest fashion, passion, bullets reign gashin'
Flippin' through frenzy, the same Wu-Tang
The Hollywood frame, purple haze stain
Rules of dame, fools, choose to bang
Nigga, you lose, Wu, bruise the game
A few men came, that really held weight
Drop, Chinese bars, stars in fifty-two states
Like, bats out of hell, we crash the gates
Without a base, left the gun powder case
Ladies chase, the hip-hop Babyface
[Chorus x2]
[Interlude: Inspectah Deck]
Word up, throw your hands in the air, like you just don't care
Wu-Tang in your atmosphere, everybody say "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"
[Inspectah Deck]
Mic Capone, it's best to avoid my strike zone
I zone and swing a sword that'll slice stone
Nice clone, but you could never match the born master
Who tore back half the world, and still saught after by
Dick ridin' niggaz, and chicks who do ditto
Singin' like the Four Tops, providin' info
See me low, through the Jeep window, the chrome spins slow
Gene-ral on the J.O., survival M.O
For now get wild, similar to Ol' Dirty
A third time felon just hit with over thirty
Note worthy style, have them so thirsty
First degree heat, you quittin' on me
Cold turkey, no mercy
[Chorus x2]
[Cappadonna]
Wu-Tang, put you in the Cobra Clutch, til you give up
Ya'll can live up to, Witty Unpredictable
Street mentality, return of the cavalry
36 Chambers, we off key block
Black on the block, tell ya D.J.'s to quit
M.C.'s, to stop that bullshit
Me, Ghost and Rae, we known to pull shit
Step with the brick, on some Ice Water shit
Wallo's in all colors (now) let's get chips, like
Robbin' the bank, pull up with the new whips
Don't get mad, respect rank
No matter how you gettin' dough, give thanks
Everybody hold up your shanks

[Intro: Method Man]
Oh, oh, oh, come on, come on, come on
Mutha what? Muthafucka
That's right, all day, all night
Come on, get down, yes y'all and
To the right beat and you can even dance
Or, just have a seating, seating
Yo, yo, yo
[Method Man]
What it was, what it is, it's like I got a pistol
To my head, can I live? You never should of left Tical for dead
Never that, be careful what you wish for
Today's your day to get yours
Blowin' up the spot from the sixth floor, bent off
Come and get your on smoke on, fish funk to choke on
Go 'head, blaze a pound of that bullshit we both on
Take it the 'source', 'hip hop quotable', of course
I'm pullin' out my 'roots', to breathe in my 'black thought'
Let's be honest, I break a spirit, if she break a promise
They act just like they momma's, now what that got to do
With the price of rice in China
Or why these gold miners raise the price on they vagina
Now frankly, I'm official, New York Yankee
You can blame the radio stations that's trynna yank me
And jerk the Jabber Jaw shark bitten flow
Go 'head, test the water, my friend, stick in your toe
[Chorus: Method Man]
Rush, the colisseum, rush, the dance floor
Rush, the limosine, rush, don't let go
And jerk the Jabber Jaw shark bitten flow
Go 'head, test the water, my friend, stick in your toe
Whoa-ho-ho, let me like, solo with the flow
Whoa-ho-ho, promoter better pay me at the door
Whoa-ho-ho, what the fuck y'all think I'm flowin' for
If I move to quick, oh, you just don't know
[GZA]
The sound echoed through the neighborhood and vibrate
Circulate eruptions throughout the tri-state
The wise they attract to it, cuz it's magnetic
Those slow kids, stuck on the block, they don't get it
But, they don't wanna set it, track on immedietly
Quick fast, clock tick to the blast machine
The bugged out, they scatter when the lights on
We raid those local spots, til we turn the mics on
Rollin' with the talent, the beats, and rap verse
The crowd get excited, with the heat and clap first
Must of had a hot hand to go in his waist band
Set he had to lick a shot for a top notch Clan
Multiple swordsmen, blade sharp
Rip through your heart, M.C.'s, want no part
For any type of conflict, or nonsense, then we respond quick
It get thick, The Problem, goes beyond sick
[Chorus]
[Method Man]
Let the record show, never test my flow
Never tested positive for blow
Got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin'
Soon as muthafuckas get dough, they act different
But not Nixon, let the pot call the kettle black, but not in my kitchen
And y'all fixin', to be on milk cartoons missing
In the Double XL, Supreme Clientele
Since then I have no birthday, my sign's not for sale
If I had a dollar, for every time M.C.'s tried to holla
Brag about dough, and pop they collar
I'd probably be a zillionaire, like, 'fuck rapping and rappers'
Cut the drama, we don't like the way y'all actin'
Eat, drink and smoke Mary, Mr. Meth's rated X
By any means necessary (come on)
It ain't easy being greasy, in the main event now
Catch me on your Pay-Per-View TV

Mathematics is a difficult thing
I never understood what was the missing link
And by the time I calculated the correct solution
The question had escaped me and so did the conclusion
So tell me everything must always equal two
Or nothing else is true
And I'll believe you 'cause your X is equal to my Y
But equations pass me by
So will you take just a little of my mind and subtract it from my soul
Add a fraction of your half and you'll see it makes me whole
Multiply it by the times that we've never been apart
You'll see nothing can divide just a heart plus a heart
A little of my mind, take it from my soul
A fraction of your half, see it makes me whole
And multiply the times, never be apart
'Cause nothing can divide a heart plus a heart
Don't know my Fibonacci or Pythagoras
But the only formula I know will work for us is that
When we're together in the sum of our parts
It's far greater than what we added up to at the start
So tell me everything must always equal two
Or nothing else is true
And I'll believe you 'cause your X is equal to my Y
But equations pass me by
So will you take just a little of my mind and subtract it from my soul
Add a fraction of your half and you'll see it makes me whole
Multiply it by the times that we've never been apart
You'll see nothing can divide just a heart plus a heart
A little of my mind, take it from my soul
A fraction of your half, see it makes me whole
And multiply the times, never be apart
'Cause nothing can divide a heart plus a heart
A heart plus a heart
Take just a little of my mind and subtract it from my soul
Add a fraction of your half and you'll see it makes me whole
Multiply it by the times that we've never been apart
You'll see nothing can divide just a heart plus a heart
A little of my mind, take it from my soul
A fraction of your half, see it makes me whole
And multiply the times, never be apart

Meet me on the corner by the fire escape and I’ll be waiting,
Every inch of back roads that have put me here will disappear,
And I’d hold you in my arms,
Cold mathematics making its move on me now,
Peacocks on the chopping block and in the docks, my hopes are burning,
Beautiful and trivial and baby just out of reach,
So hear the unforgiven sounds,
Of cold mathematics making its move on me now,
Warm starts the great silence,
The only place I have left to go,
And I’d hold you in my arms,
Cold mathematics making its move on me now,
It’s funny how I always seem to alienate the people that I'm trying to impress,
One day I will learn to shine,
To the unforgiven sounds,
Of cold mathematics making its move on me now,
And I’d hold you in my arms,
Cold mathematics making its move on me now,
Cold mathematics making its move,
Cold mathematics making its move,