Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies.
You're either slangin' crack rock, or you got a wicked jumpshot.
Sticks and stones may break bones, but the Gat will kill you quicker.
With big folks, either people think you look mean or it's more of a jolly Santa Claus, 'Oh, he's just a pudgy little teddy bear pillow.'
Blowin' up is nothing to me.
It's like the more money we come across / the more problems we see.