noise 2008 a G, a game I'm Ron O'Neil the love seat, sunk deep Lil' niggas bussin' off they punk heat I'll make a massacre, try to rob one of my donkeys
Broad Street Bet you think I'm laying like a hyphen Tony Starks make the narc's dogs bark With the Benz parked Up against the boulevard Starks had the bone sparked One cop tapped the window glass Like a
take shits in it There's a million albums out there With that opera and Shakespeare shit I stuff my ears with cotton when you rap I don't hear shit, you niggas are excess waste A
business, For me to be involved in! Blond hair, good lookin', tryin' to get me hooked. Want me to marry, get a home, settle down, write a book. Too
door It's a simple operation Just trade your memory for your health Knock on any door Look through any window Walk on Knock on any door Look through any window
the road, it was a normal day Well, I rung me fallout shelter bell And I leaned my head and I gave a yell "Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man"
Across the street they?ve nailed the curtains They?re getting ready for the feast The phantom of the opera In a perfect image of a priest They?re spoon
're a man-u-lip-u-lator with a low low attitude oohoo Like to love ya later 'cause I'm an operator too Full alert defcon 4 Seal the windows lock the door
I replied with a smile on my face And as I slipped into the arms of Morpheus To daydream the rest of the way She was a smooth operator You could
business for me to be involved with you. Oh! Pay-phone, something¹s wrong, dime gone, will mail, Oughta sue the operator for telling me a tale.
us cups of coffee and she tells me all the news she's got a part in this years opera and who's just shifted who (what is she?) she's a fourth year dead
' around Tonight they'll get drunk, try to get laid End up in a fight, out behind some arcade You know one a them little shits, broke my window last
if ya play me like a punk In my hood Niggas got love for me But I don't go nowhere without my strap In my hood A little dro, a lil' Hennessey A nigga
There's a riot in the kitchen and the bed's on fire There's a locket in my pocket that I can't find Oh oh I'm at the window whistlin' in the wind I'm
the Blues And I find myself thinkin' Well, what would you do? Yes, it was such an operation Forever paying every due Hell, you made a sensation You found a
the operator? Or maybe she know the info Or whether or not, if my message you got Was too much or a lot to reply, why not try this for a fact Or should
do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode And punch a bitch
, get away and leave me. [Original has one more verse: Pay-phone, something's wrong, dime gone, will mail. Oughta sue the operator for telling me a