Artist: Dungeon Masta Album: Wishful Thinking Song: Jimmie Lee Mooring Typed by: Cno Evil [Dungeon Masta] If I had a son I might, name the nigga Darryl If it's a daughter, name the black bitch Carol Fuck it, Dungeon Masta be the pharaoh Open your eyes, it's no, the suprise Fuck that, coming soon one in the sky The caper, gone be gone vapor Smoke ya ass quick, don't I give a fuck about your lame [kung fu sample] Why did you kill your master Lord Jhing? Elder, I swear I'm innocent It is a regulation, no matter who you are If you break the rules you must take punishment *beat changes* [Chorus: Dungeon Masta] When things just don't go such as planned, let it go You gots to be yourself, take the punishment like a man [Dungeon Masta] The baby, the child, the teen, the young The dust, the crack, the smart, the dumb The raw, the four, the rich, the broke The Nestle trees that I love to smoke The game, the name, the cash, the fame Mean shit to me, ya'll niggas is lame The real, the fake, the kill, the wake The snitches, the snake, the bitches, the jake The digits, the break, to steal, to take The friends that I know that I love to hate The pills, the great, the sex, the rape The rip, the straight, the chalk, the tape The lions, the tigers, the bears, oh my The joy, the lame, the tears, oh why The heat, the cold, the meek, the bold I got to tell you what my grandmother told me [Chorus] [Dungeon Masta] The truth, the lies, the legs, the thighs The pussy, the tits, the ass, the eyes The glock, the tech, the coke, the cheese Got friends that becoming my enemies The worker, the boss, the win, the loss The vicks, the hoes, the price, the cost The calm, the strong, the shape, the form The weak, the warm, the blunts, the bong You want to follow me, then come along I will get you higher than Cheech & Chong The court, the case, the jail, the wait The gem star, the face, the buck fifty --- The fight, the brawl, the tale, the small The niggas who came with no alcohol The wife, the mistress, the girlfriend, too soon The Goose, the Belvy, the Henny, the 40's [Chorus] [Dungeon Masta] The living, the dead, the NARc, the Feds The gyms, the shorts, the hat, the dreads The rave, the spot, the story, the plot The hole underground up in Salem's Lot The lab, the dark, the pound, the spark The hustle, the bark, the sleep, the mark The bra, the skirts, the nails, the flirt The dirt, to the grave, the pain, don't hurt The face, the vest, the followers, the nest To the hands that's been in the air, now hit the floor The hawk, the style, the friends, the grab The help, the him, the foul, the flow [Chorus 2X]