One Be Lo Tiger S t r i p e s

Tekst piosenki

Hand-off
My voice carry like Tyrone Wheatley…
Straight out the box
Make it happen like a bowl of Wheaties
I’m in the spot
Same rapper on a dope CD…
You’ Jamie Fox- “Ray”
Actin’ like you don’t see me…
From here to Georgia (George across) Cross Zaire, to Foreman…
Thinking you a star
Get tossed by ninja swordsman…
Sharp steel vivid
Come wit it, like Bill Bitches
I kill vicious, with lyrics
Your mission, clinic aborted…
Hands in the air
Look like a Michigan Portrait
I’m First…Second…Third Place
Maybe you “Four-fit” (forfeit)
Five…Six…Seven…Ate (Eight), many Emcee’s
But Nine times outta Ten, I be aiming at Corporate…
Young, Black, and don’t give a Flying fuck
Tiger strut
On his path
Act like, you know the Math-
Minus-Plus…
Families “divided” up
We don’t “multiply”
Cuz we dying from the bullets flying- Duck-
From the Iron tucked…
Sirens come
Five-O’s wit guns
Deer (Dear) brothers Don’t try to run
They’ll scope you out with the rifle- Hunt
Chalk line’m up…
We pack enough Heat
To car-jack a fire truck
And make the Hoes wanna ride wit us…