调：Bb major•
Verse 1
head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
I write a hundred thousand dollar bar
My pinstripe comma
deletes your power bar
Dr. Octopus tentacles same
as different song
identical
Mr. Potato Head or Ida
Deep- fried crinkle cut; one nickel-
cup fucked your whole LP up
You must be stupid, you liar
A suicide mission you're committin'
Go against the Wu- Tang henchmen
Perfect precision marksman
Spit darts and flip charts, and
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Bb
Archery shots aimed at your heart then
Daffy Duckest will still bring
da motherfuckin' ruckus
Project Killa Hill be the buckest
Smoke blunts,
drink Bud Light beer wit' Buzz Light- year
for them white hair
overthrow your whole citadel
Mista pitiful, your whole shrap stack
is despicable
Undernourished,
your shit cannot flourish
Cherish every moment of his
watch me switch
Lookin' for a bird I can hitch
into your atmosphere
Take your pussy out like a pap smear
Make you smile,
Trojan wear, rough rider
Up inside ya, dick apple head
opens up your clit wider
Taste the apple cider,
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Bb
you become strong then become a prider
(Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,
Digi, Digi, Digi)
Stuck to your ass like a Victoria's
Secret wedgie
Heart of Medina to the
head of Fort Greene
N.Y.C. Everything
Shaolin cats thrown inside the bing
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
From the heart of Medina
to the top of Fort Green
Shaolin' cats is thrown inside the bing
Verse 2
Bobby Digital got the killa bee sting
the mind again
Nevermindin' men droppin'
gem - can he shine again?
Most definite; let this be
my last will and testament
For the pessimist,
I'm supposed to be
Perpetuous, decimate the poetry
'cause everything is close to me
The lecherous Jonathon, king of the seven seas,
If I can't live it up,
somebody gotta give it up
John J., blow 'em out the water,
adopt the Bombay
rubbin' me the wrong way
bringin' you different ways to sword play
They bustin' bullets over broadway,
Deep Cover
I'm like Larry when the fish
burn; I burn rubber
Ask my alien likes - I've
been crazy all my life
Hard time homicide,
time flies, do or die
Crooked ass and crooked eye,
I reside in the killa bee hive
Only the strong gon' survive
From the depths of the killa to the top,
we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island
I'd feel gyp
Like my sandwich,
ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
From the depths of the killa to the top,
we're now born
Wildin' on Staten Island be
Outro 1
Like my sandwich ain't a sandwich without Miracle Whip
Bb
Bb
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