treasure I'm still wild, still Tical, still gritty style, foul, crimi-niminal, individual Sing a song a six street, pocket full of chits Too many rappers be on
to dig the lie Watch out, the truth will come to light Man on the moon, prowler of the night Man on the moon, tell man the secrets that you hide You
mine You just want to stand and watch me Watch me blow my mind Sun comes up and the moon goes down, I'm running wild, on the town, Like a boozer, yeah! Man on
When we knock on your door You know we love 'em and leave 'em Begging for more Hidin' in the alley Running from the law man's noose There's a full moon
young I've read the writing of the smoke and breast fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild To run the
I've read the writing of the smoke and breast-fed on the sound of drums I've learned to hurl the tomahawk and ride a painted pony wild, To run the gauntlet
on the block, never seen him before Selling incence and oil, my man thinks that he's the law But why on earth would this be on their agenda? As he slowly
It's comin' on the end of August Another summer's promise almost gone And though I heard some wise man say That every dog will have his day He never mentioned
m a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga Westside highway running, homo nigga [LL Cool J] (Method Man) I'm the sultan
gettin heavy Heavy, heavy Trying to be a gangster [Nas] The black clouds over the hood, I'm on the corner with the thugs Late night under the moon
stepped closer She whispered in his ear That every man Is born you see Beneath the sword Damocles For young and old Are all alive On that next beat On
the moon Closing up the gates of the city The wind plays a wild storm Don't you put the lock upon the window Don't you put the bar on the door Don't
I'm a Dolo nigga, you a Polo nigga I'm an Uptown shopper, you a Soho nigga Westside highway running, homo nigga [LL Cool J (Method Man)] I'm the sultan
: It's comin' on the end of August Another summer's promise almost gone And though I heard some wise man say That every dog will have his day He never