On The Wall - Black Sheep

Verse One: 
Black-Sheep 
Spell it to the letter 
I'm out of the ghetto 
Some could tell my story 
But who could tell it better 
Nobody slinuner 
Thinkin he's a winner 
Pullin on the wool-er 
Finger on the trigger 
Scramb-a-lin, ramb-a-lin 
Thinks he la right gamb-a-lin 
Ambul-ance head crack 
Cause he took a chance 
That you didn't rip, the one he didn't think a flip 
But if I'm shakin ya down, believe you're losing your grip 
Money I'm rollin I'm rollin I'm rollin I'm rollin again 
Honeys I know 
That wanna know me adapt 
Let me tell a joke 
Cause a funny'll get 
Slept onna step I'm gettin money again 
Yo flim to the flam to the D to the poise 
Seperate the men from the boys, those are the toys 
Negroes'll front, that's if they got what you want 
But yo they freeze on a stunt 
I'm feelin more than a blunt 
Never was a gangster even at a street pix 
But swingin on a swinger you'll be strollin with a limp 
So get up easy cause it's simple as this 
Give us a shot how could you think that I miss 
Yesterday's a memo, the demo sold a bundle 
No I'm not conceited though for y0u I won't be humble 
Been around the block and it ain't our first day out 
Crazy with a stick and yo I throws a blow a-way out 
Kids who use to stay out till I roll needed the gray out 
Hobbies we attackin now we're skelly and knockin clay out 
Papas on the hurough, in every burough 
Nobody could front, ya see my family's crazy thorough 
Two quince sure 
And yo the others are done 
No fables at the table 
We'llerit the no that's in my blood 
So I, stand tall 
And lay