So you can't see the topic, condition combo
Songwriters: Ron Brooks, Stephen Ronald Brooks, Gregory Jacobs, Shirley Murdock, Erick Sermon, Erick S. Sermon, Tupac Shakur, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Clifford Smith, Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
Head honcho like Eastwood, gun in my Pancho
Before she get her back blown
Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Death before dishonor, sword and golden armor
Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip
Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Automate and keep it goin', right and exact
And all them big head bitches
To all the big head niggaz
Hand writin', ass whippin', I keep spittin'
And your children what I'm dealin'
Now I'm reloadin'
Welcome to the wheel of fortune where Pat don't Sajak
And all them big head bitches
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Blaze bring the heat to your mourning like Alonzo
Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback
It's time that I take advantage, take command yo
Another bad desperado, trapped in between
Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
E double up dammit, iron lung
Jack frost, leave 'em frozen
Deadly melodic, robotic steez-o blur your optic
Stick a pen, do 'em in, eight million stories
You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Cops caught me red-handed
All them big head bitches
The hills and the El Dorados, but you can't do that
Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip
No retreat, no surrender, head trauma
Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
Till I see you at the ooh-building motherfuckers
And split decision, tell your old folk
This one is dedicated to my big head niggaz
Bust flows and never lay text without my trojan
Or was it Michael Jackson
You know my steez-o
In the naked Mr. Method, blade runner
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Hold this shit down, she don't know you better school her
Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Make 'em get down, head where I fit, more grip
You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit
Fuck it, time for some action
Runnin' track like I'm Jesse Owens, catch 'em wit my rap slogan
Check my extinction agenda, mind bender
Flow taste like a knuckle sandwich, now you know
At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision
This goes out
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
Is when I condemn men, to purgatory
Good times, and hood rhymes from the villain
Undetected stealth bomber, blow the session
With my def squad connection, the green-eyed bandit
Blood on the dance floor
Step by step, inch by inch, piece by piece, bit by bit
Jealous men don't understand and get clapped on
Publishers: PUBHOWYALIKE PUBLISHING, SAJA MUSIC COMPANY, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - CAREERS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z SONGS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC - Z TUNES LLC., WU TANG PUBLISHING
Can't quit now, hard as a brick, what's this
With immaculate conception, hit yo' section
Check my re-runs an see what's happening
You know it's sick now, just a little bit, aw shit