Tekst:
A Me My Microphone

that can hold his own [A+] Its just me, myself and my microphone [Q-Tip] Yo you gotta stick wit it dun you cant leave it alone [A+] Its just me, myself and my microphone

love me, no, no I've been on the run, my shadow weighs a ton I know I found the recipe for me But I can't really make you love me No, no, you know I

got a few, you would like to bone But, chicks don't romance me, don't tickle my fancy Only Tiffany, Nancy, that's not what my plans be I need a girl that could stand me, raise me a

got a few, you would like to bone But, chicks don't romance me, don't tickle my fancy Only Tiffany, Nancy, that's not what my plans be I need a girl that could stand me, raise me a

got a few, you would like to bone But, chicks don't romance me, don't tickle my fancy Only Tiffany, Nancy, that's not what my plans be I need a girl that could stand me, raise me a

no one Load my rhymes And cock 'em like a shotgun Let off like frags from a pipe bomb A low stroll and my mic in my right palm The cops hate me And that

a mack on a mission Step to me fool you're missin Minus, gone, pow, you're outta here This ain't no game to me, this is my career Throw me a mic, plug

rappers get down with toy commercial sounds I had my choice,I chose the underground Like me or hate me,now if you want you can rate me My beat is by

up, me and my yellow nigga The mike is the gat and the wheels is the trigger Grab a haze, knowin' every city that I rip Got crazy dollars 'cause I always keep a