I like your mind, your body, your soul, your figure Catch ya, hold ya, squeeze you like a trigger Mind full of rap gun powder, it's a habit Shootin' like Elmer Fudd at the screwy rabbit From pennies to nickels, from dimes in the rhyme Get your paint brush and line your design It might be a little bitter on top of Sugar Hill But the ones that got killed say it's real on the field From the sky Ghost of Filmoe, whatTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.