Who run it? Who done it? Who's spun it? Who's sung it? (Yeah) Games damaged Who's coming? (Me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me) It's hard boiled That's too runny Them dudes funny

That girl's my best friend You'll never understand And you don't know we've been through She's the only one who can No, you don't know how much I've got to lose You don't know her like I do 'Cause you don't know her like I do And there's no way you're

Who the fuck you talking to? Not me, Couldn't be me, No not me Uh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow (Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking) (Bout you, you not quite sho' you know what I'm saying but

Don't want no drama ma Don't want no drama ma (I don't want no drama, no) I can't cop the coup, don't do shit for two (skrrt skrrt) Mobbin' through the hills pulled up with my crew (who?) I can't cop the coup, don't do shit for two (nah) We pulled up in

Rats! (rats–rats–rats) (Aaah whoah) Never to let go Them rats! (Rats–rats–rats) Never to forgive And there's nothing you can do In times of turmoil In times like these

In every way, so they say They say that falling love is wonderful It's wonderful, so they say And with the moon up above, it's wonderful It's wonderful, so they tell me I can't recall who said it I know I've never read it I only know they tell me that

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars Collecting your jar of hearts You're gonna catch a cold From the ice inside your soul And tearing love apart And now you want me one more time So don't come back for me Don't come back for me

I was trying to resolve and I’m waiting It felt natural Oh I was hoping it would come out right Who was I kidding Push the button and start counting down Oh, time is crawling to the moment Beyond which

Blame it on the drank, baby Pardon my behavior I'll apologize later Say sorry later Blame it on the drank, drank, drank Said if you leave with me tonight I won't judge you, no, no You know who you dealing with You know who you down (work)

King of the streets, child of clay What made them want to come and blow you away Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him