Gang Starr - Words From The Nutcracker Lyrics
Sick thoughts on my mind with no self-controlUplift your soul and make the brothers wanna rollSixteen years old with heart thats goldYo check it check it out like this, here we goRun around the streets cold strapped like an alley ratBut now Im gettin much props like a fat catA young mack but I dont think Im all thatI just cant sweat another brothers bozackSo what the *****, yall movin on upGonna swim in big bucks, like scrooge mcduckAnd if ya dont like and you wanna step upThen open your mouth, and suck my nutsMelachi the nutcracker, Im always gettin blackerFatter, I bust a fat rhyme to make your head shatterIm from the bronx, new york cityThe big *****in apple where the niggaz get busyGod bless the dead, and God rest my popsPeace to the niggaz goin out bustin shots...