Lletres:
Mic Bean

I couldn't hear you for the TV I didn't know you said goodbye I saw your canceled check for the airfare Didn't know flyin' got too high Beans for breakfast

get Wicked Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate Slanging bean

run in the derrty, homie I had to You was doin' a lot of talkin', a lot of barkin' But your bite was nothin', guess, you mighta been frontin' Yo ain't no mic

let me hear you rap Fresh to the beat don't even stop Everybody on the mic or the floor say Too $hort Suckers don't know that rapping game Spitting on the mic

about We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen And make sure beans

after day shit on his mason A God steam represent the gummy with the green who walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a bean Sir Ballentine, lookin

crush an MC I'm dandy happy go lucky don't touch me Don't play cause I'm not tha right one baby Crazy off key never talk softly Blacker than tha beans

Spill the beans on the table I always say Extra, extra read all about Fresh Prince is back You wonder how it happen I wasn't rappin' for a long time

If you the man that write checks With the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm ramblin' on the mic An' I go off the Feds when I'm scramblin