Life is like a box of choclates, it gives you gas/
To find a woman to stay true is a big task/
The only woman to stay true is 8 hundred, years old, she is smooth old english, but I treat her as old gold.
She treats me right/getz me through sleepless nightz/chills wit da underground, yes we are tight/
I am just one MC looking for a break,
While all these MCS want to give me the BREAKS/
You are nobody till somebody kills you/
So how could you rymbe when you are already dead?
Dudes call me on the phone just to punch me in the head/
They are looking for da break from what I already said/
Come to the bar so I could steal your bread/
Little do they know the billz are marked, mutha fucka, I am like a Trojan virus stickin dis dic in ur mutha.