JonMen
05-11-06, 12:33 AM
Short version, instrumental:99 Problems
Am gon let my spirit fly high like a phoenix
Till the main books of Christ, convert the mic convert the readin'
Voices with the diam time an Jesus necklaces
I am after this, buckin's copin it
Who’s next to be a superstar?
All about the blue dollars
Soon to be who they are
Is it Jason or bet-ty?
Look am the judge here an pass donuts or green tea
Hustlers paradin' the streets
Gotta shut down, tempo
To much West Indies heats
They ask, am I masterin' them,?
Well I guess so
To talk about hood, it's just no part of me
Illusion's not a reality but pain is poverty
Shake, an essay, in a state of emergency
If you good enough to mix up chemicals
Then you’re successful, in creatin black atoms
The more she's black the more she's prettier
The more white the more she talks to me
Am soon to write love letters an messages to fan and professors
Sign off from Roc-a-Fellas
Am gon let my spirit fly high like a phoenix
Till the main books of Christ, convert the mic convert the readin'
Voices with the diam time an Jesus necklaces
I am after this, buckin's copin it
Who’s next to be a superstar?
All about the blue dollars
Soon to be who they are
Is it Jason or bet-ty?
Look am the judge here an pass donuts or green tea
Hustlers paradin' the streets
Gotta shut down, tempo
To much West Indies heats
They ask, am I masterin' them,?
Well I guess so
To talk about hood, it's just no part of me
Illusion's not a reality but pain is poverty
Shake, an essay, in a state of emergency
If you good enough to mix up chemicals
Then you’re successful, in creatin black atoms
The more she's black the more she's prettier
The more white the more she talks to me
Am soon to write love letters an messages to fan and professors
Sign off from Roc-a-Fellas