"Am I a good man? ..." [Ghostface Killah] Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs Both of them turned green, from countin the ones Memorized by the glory, word life Cut off niggaz who killed Bill but couldn't do nuttin for me Shout 'em out every once in the blue and kid too I never rocked with, laws they keep away we cool I devised my own stimulus, plan I'm niggarish I'm tired of eatin those crumbs and black licorice