in a room, lanky room Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune Lighted, lighted, laughing in tune Lighted, lighted, laughing in tunes Lighted, lighted, laughing
gun smoke Ya don't like my lifestyle? Fuck you I'm rollin' with the New Jack crew and I'm a hustler H U S T L E R, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack
and hustle but I traded for the big game Infamy got dumped for fame Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme But my lyrics are deeper Because I'm
fears Drop tears, for niggas that died I'm gonna safe divide, mind gone And I think I'm running out of time The goddamn baby's daddy And I'm gonna
pay a fee 'Cause that's where we got R E S P E C T I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse
m the definition of shooter, gun of choice the ruger You'll take my word for it or make me do it to ya I'm a magnet to murder, when I'm in the mood Get
the crowd scream Now my name hold weight like a triple beam Wu-Tang showed me How to get the C.R.E.A.M. I'm a microphone I'm a microphone fiend Whattup
you don't give a fuck Bitches playin' niggas just to get a buck, get a buck Yo, it's the P R O S P E C T, I'm a thug you can't PH.D. me Catch me in
Oh yes, I'm that master rap I'm the cold cap (echo) I'm what you know, ask Rapping Beyotch, beyotch 2 times baby, one time more Give it one more for
own neck, what part you don't get? I'm saying I die hard! [Royce da 5'9":] When you listen to my bars, nothin' but the f-I-r... e Comin' out your ipod
I'm on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed Sober don't interest me I'm on everything Bout to sip the liquor like
cut! Cut, making move, making move, ahhh! Clear the rhythm A B C D E F G, H I J K L M N O P Q R S, T U V, W X Y Z Now I know my ABC's, next time won
R said "Great new hit G!" "Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me..." The kid got amped and he starts to figure "I'm-a get dough like all-a these otha
