Yeah.. a message to the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")
The National, Basketball, Association
We begin ("well that's alright")

Your man is a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga
who carries champagne in the club with Coogi sweaters
Borin nigga, no game havin
Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga with a studio you ill
Don't you know my game terrorize
Six-foot-three guards on the microphone, my lyrics kill
Why don't you awkward niggaz 
Antisocial lyrics

Get up, do what you want
Before, before its too late
Don't, don't worry yourself
Of others I don't think
Kick down the door
To hell for more
Severe injections - a lethal dose
Kick down the door
To hel
stop rhymin and take a birth control pill
Jackson got you gassed, ask Phil
I'm not impressed with your full court press
Girls with Tyra Banks weaves, and Lisa Raye's complexion
can step up to the foul line for an AIDS test
My jewelry like big trucks
I don't care if you flash your Milwaukee Bucks
Even bodyguards couldn't protect you ducks
I care less if you a Trailblazer
My cris-cross on girls is sharp, y'all get cut off with a razor
Even if you have braids lik
Which Way To The Top lyrics

Where did you leave your baby 
Bleeding in her bed 
Her ghost has come to stay 
Oh, you can try, you can't chase her away 

In the bar we sit like blackbirds 
With our broken wings 
Like clocks without t
e Latrell
I got more numbers in my system than Pacific Bell
Pass the basketball around and go tell
Smoother than Rick Fox puttin on his hair gel
Groupies don't have to know me, just swallow my sperm when you blow me
Keith look in the club for your celebrity jump shooters
Tall lean men who can't read books to they kids need tutors
You cats got the nerve to try to stop my tomahawk dunks
by e-mailing, golddiggers on computers
Leap over y'all with color and fashio
Close Up lyrics


Is this a feeling of something 
About to happen? 
Like snapping out of something i didn't realize i was in.
Was I sleeping? 
What? 
How can you be so sure 
If you've never been here before? 
I don't
n
Lame assholes in black pinstripe suits, keep steppin and passin
Beyond the youse-a-baby, you broke finished payin for them car notes
I'm the championship nigga youse a loser ("well that's alright")

P.I.S.S., on the N.B.A. ("well that's alright")
N.B.A. niggaz!
National Basketball Association
N.B.A. bitches! (N.B.A. play)
National Basketball Association
(The N.B.A. Association..)

{*singer ad libs*}

(N.B.A. niggaz, house niggaz, slave owner niggaz..)