text: J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
  Huh! This is special
  Extremely special
  When sixteen aint enough
  When sixteen aint enough
  Ooh, yeah
  Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah
  When sixteen aint enough
  When sixteen aint enough
  Ooh, yeah
  Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah
  Its funny because, its been on my mind lately
  Having a dope beat, a dope idea
  Sixteen bars aint enough!
  How the fuck, can I squeeze my whole life into a sixteen-bar verse?
  You know, so many different levels, to living your life and
  Depicting, with your wordplay
  Exactly what life means to you, and sixteen aint enough
  I know yall gonna feel me on this one
  You gotta feel me on this one, huh!
  Its funny how things change, funny how time fly
  More than my feet travel, the more that I feel fly
  More that I make now, the more that the chicks smile
  She call me a local nigga, I opened a Swiss account
  Eisenhower status, Etta James on the dash
  Smooth as John Coltrane cruising in the Cadillac
  Seville, feel my life on the real
  We the Last Poets so this is a world premiere
  Rolling like Mick Jagger, the women just getting badder
  All I see is the money, cream, Eric Clapton
  And all I wanted was one, sixteen aint enough
  Talking that fast money, fifteen every month
  When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
  Everything I ever wore was once worn before
  Roll with the punches now its box office numbers
  Dressed like Sammy Davis, steaming my marijuana
  Double M Gs, double M fees
  We in every hood, nigga: government cheese
  Yacht to Yachtmasters, Ol Dirty Bastard
  Floor seat for the Heat, paper that Im stackin
  Better put away a penny for the rainy days
  Pick and roll, give and go, fuck a fade away
  Living like Scottie Pippen, dribble riddles for vittles
  Started off with a scribble, now Im flowing a river
  She say my heart cold, Im naming my son December
  Whitney died night before the Grammys – damn, what a memory
  Trump Tower and I started with a 10 speed
  Born broke, had to use a niggas instincts
  Now I get a hundred racks for the sixteen
  Waking up to turkey bacon and my thick queen
  Niggas hating, Im just watching on the big screen
  Three Stacks on the beat and the kicks mean
  When sixteen aint enough
  When sixteen aint enough
  Ooh, yeah
  Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah
  When sixteen aint enough
  When sixteen aint enough
  Ooh, yeah
  Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah
  You know how sometimes you got so much to say but
  They on-, they only give you sixteen? Hehehe
  Man its like, I mean, I got so much to say
  The world has said so much to me
  And I just wanna give right back to em
  But, I only get sixteen, thats like a cage, you know?
  I really cant say what I wanna say, you know?
  Its just a glimpse, thats all
  Just one uh, one little single glimpse, just a page
  But I guess Im defeating the purpose of doing all this talking
  Aight
  Summer 88, or was it 89?
  Or was it wintertime? Aw never mind
  Im in my room, booming
  Drawin LL Cool J album covers with Crayolas on construction paper
  Im tryna fuck my neighbor, Im tryna hook my waves up
  Im tryna pull my grades up, to get them saddle lace ups
  Before lil Marc was Jacob, before them girls wore makeup
  Before my voice would break up, before wed tour them shake clubs
  Before my mama wake up, before my crumbs would cake up
  Before they tell me they love me and well never break up
  Before the time she makes love to someone that I thought was my homeboy
  But boy, was I wrong now
  I dont budge, dont want much, just a roof and a porch
  And a Porsche, and a horse and unfortunately but of course
  An assortment of torches that scorches the skin
  When they enter, intruders whose tutors did
  A lousy job, hows he God if he lets Lucifer let loose on us?
  That noose on us wont loosen up but loose enough to juice us up
  Make us think we do so much and do it big
  Like they dont let us win, I cant pretend
  But I do admit, it feel good when the hood pseudo-celebrate
  Hence, why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches
  Then go grab the finest wine and drink it
  Like we know which grape and which region it came from
  As if we can name em; hint-hint—it aint, um, Welchs
  Hell just fell three thousand more degrees cooler
  Yall cant measure my worth
  But when you try, youll need a ruler made by all the Greek gods
  Because the odds have always been stacked against me when backs against the wall
  I feel right at home, yall sitting right at home
  All Kellygreen with envy while Im jelly beans descending
  Into the palm of a child, looks up at mama and smile
  With such a devilish grin, like Where the hell have you been?
  Shes yelling, Selling’s a sin, well, so is telling young men
  That selling is a sin if you don’t offer new ways to win
  A dolphin gon shake his fin, regardless if he gets in
  Or out of water, most important thing for him is to swim
  And Flipper didn’t hold his nose, so why shall I hold my tongue?
  I miss the days of old when one could hold his gal on his arm
  And not set off these alarms, when camera’s snap-snap-snap
  Return fire, pap-pap-pap pap pap-pap pap pap
  They’ll learn why, mere privacy, so essential
  They wont make no laws, I break their laws til they see out our window
  I take the fall to make them all treat human kind more gentle
  Forsake them all, I hate them all, don’t like em, don’t pretend to
  Yeah something tells me, we ain’t in Kansas anymore
  All that shit that used to be cool ain’t cool anymore
  All the women we were pursuing, now they want more
  And they deserve it all, don’t settle for what ain’t yours
  When sixteen aint enough
  When sixteen aint enough
  Ooh yeah 
  Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah
  When sixteen aint enough
  When sixteen aint enough
  Ooh, yeah 
  Aw yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah 
  Breakdown, breakdown
  Does your mama know you see me? Does she know youre freaky?
  Does she ever wonder if its bout ya I am speaking?
  Do you ever ponder where Im at when you get sleepy?
  How the hell Im gonna tell the youth dont be me? Yeah
  Hahahahah, hahahah, I love it
  Does your daddy think you perfect? Does he know for certain?
  Does he know how you act when you pull back all them curtains?
  Do he think Im 2Pac cause Im Black and put the words in?
  Does he know his daughter might have caught a real merman? Yeah
  Hahahah, its funny because, we couldve short-changed you 
  But because we love you, we go that extra mile
  Break it down for em, André, huh!
  Next level, amazing