Verse One:

Black-Sheep

Spell it to the letter

I'm out of the ghetto

Some could tell my story

But who could tell it better

Nobody slinuner

Thinkin he's a winner

Pullin on the wool-er

Finger on the trigger

Scramb-a-lin, ramb-a-lin

Thinks he la right gamb-a-lin

Ambul-ance head crack

Cause he took a chance

That you didn't rip, the one he didn't think a flip

But if I'm shakin ya down, believe you're losing your grip

Money I'm rollin I'm rollin I'm rollin I'm rollin again

Honeys I know

That wanna know me adapt

Let me tell a joke

Cause a funny'll get

Slept onna step I'm gettin money again

Yo flim to the flam to the D to the poise

Seperate the men from the boys, those are the toys

Negroes'll front, that's if they got what you want

But yo they freeze on a stunt

I'm feelin more than a blunt

Never was a gangster even at a street pix

But swingin on a swinger you'll be strollin with a limp

So get up easy cause it's simple as this

Give us a shot how could you think that I miss

Yesterday's a memo, the demo sold a bundle

No I'm not conceited though for y0u I won't be humble

Been around the block and it ain't our first day out

Crazy with a stick and yo I throws a blow a-way out

Kids who use to stay out till I roll needed the gray out

Hobbies we attackin now we're skelly and knockin clay out

Papas on the hurough, in every burough

Nobody could front, ya see my family's crazy thorough

Two quince sure

And yo the others are done

No fables at the table

We'llerit the no that's in my blood

So I, stand tall

And lay