| Lyrics | Song | Artist |
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| It was all a dream, I used to read word up magazine | |
| Now let me welcome everybody to the wild wild west, A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness | |
| I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi till I'm charged, then writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin | |
| Brace yourself for the main event, Y'all impatiently waiting, It's like an AIDS test, what's the results? | |
| I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous you heard of us, official Queensbridge murderers | |
| Hey kids! Do you like violence? Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? | |
| You know what the Midwest is? Young & Restless | |
| Coming up I was confused, My mama kissing a girl, Confusion occurs coming up in a cold world | |
| I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side, Staying alive was no jive | |
| Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain't callin | |
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