IRC-Galleria

I gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day I die, I'mma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink polo's would hurt the Roc
Before Cam got the shit to pop, the doors was closed
I felt like Bad Boy's street team, I couldn't work the Lox
Now let's go
Take 'em back to the plan...
Me and my momma hopped in the U-Haul van
Any pessimists I ain't talked to them,
Plus, I ain't have no phone in my apartment
Let's take 'em back to the club
Least about an hour I would stand on line,
I just wanted to shine.
Jay's favorite line: "Dog, in due time"
Now he look at me like "Damn dog, you where I am"
A hip hpo legend.
I think I died in an accident, cause this must be heaven

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock
Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop,
I'd do anything to say "i got it"
Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket
Before anybody wanted K-West beats,
Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC
Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns
Like "Damn, these niggas that much better than me?"
Baby, I'm going on an airplane,
And I don't know if I'll be back again
Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets
But when se came to kick it, things became different
Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on
I couldn't keep it home, I thought
I needed a Nia Long
I'm trying to write my wrongs
But it's funny these same wrongs helped me write this song
Now,
I gotta testify, com up in the spot looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky
Testify, come up in the spot
Looking extra fly
For the day you die, You gonna touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes guess who's on third?
Lupe still like Lupin the Third
Hear life here till I'm beer on the curb
Peach buzz but beard on the verge
Slow it down like we're on the serve
Bottle- shaped body like a man
Mrs. Butterworth's
But, before you say another word,
I'm back on the block like a man on the street
I'm trying to stop lying like like a Mum- Ra
But I'm not lying when I'm laying on the beat
Engarde, Touch Lupe cool as the Unthar
But I still feel as possessed as a gun charge
I come as correct as a porn star
In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car
So, I represent the first
Now, let me end my verse right where the horns are like.