Masterplan

You want bigger and better and higher and larger and more shit|Peaches and cream|To each man his dream|Harvest crops and props|Teaches teens how to throw dice and pick locks|I wish you knew the issue|It's all wallet, politics|Done it, done it|Seen it, seen it|We seen it done|No opposition to none|Cause they remember that story|Bout him puttin some fools hand in a blender|Cause first things first|Gotta hold his down like (?) purse|And school his team like Vince Lomardi|No noble cause|From sea to street|Entrepreneur genius|They try to take him under federal conspiracy laws|Probable cause|Damn, that's Rick the man|With the master plan||CHORUS: (2x) [Kandu]|Somebody told me to deliver this message (pass it on, pass it on)||It was the 7th of July|7 years have moved, like out of place|So we rushed it|Watched us run straight to the front door|Took 4 steps, then he took 1 more|He rocked timbos from his ankles to his big toes|Wouldn't get caught without the flyest of apparel|He knew the scooop on everybody from me|To Geraldine Ferraro|First love was a Ferrari|He played more games than your average Atari|He said call me Big, but really I ain't the (?)|Dips call me often|And pops call me Junior|Lo-co, at times|I am the cream of crops|Ripped clean of props|Had the school imperials|On his materials|Everybody jackin so you know the scenario|Cause if he heard word|Well, not a word he'd utter|If he spoke fast not a word he'd - stutter|He never slipped into the pit of a gutter|Cause cousin's butter|You know there ain't another brother - similar|He got into the scene with open hands|And his love goochie|Got him the booty|But no (master plan)||CHORUS (2x)||Lookin at the sin, advance spin|Reminds him of memories|Of when he can't rest til he buries these|So he remains alone in his room|When his head hits the bed|He sees visions of being dipped|I guess you know a good thing til you lost it|Tossed it|The limelight of paparazzi|Get a grip, don't trip|Then cause if you trip|You slip and pinstripes wasn't his shit|So I guess he got a reason|So he grabbed the number 9|To define gettin even|His definition was this|A death wish, kiss Tish|And told Cha-Che to hold the mayo|Payo, payo was the sound of the oddo|But little did he know another brick would be his motto (ha, ha, ha)|In the wall, stretch limos|And rose of eyes, in disguise|Like stain glass windows|With more flowers than I've ever seen|Got the Visine for this thing|You know, easy come, easy go|You may think it kinda strange|Since the beginning God's been giving in to angels|But take back||CHORUS (2x)||Pass it on|