's a fair exchange why you Mad Son, Yeah Jay was one of my teachers Bumpin Roc-A-Fella but, couldn't get a feature Was like, Being underage and couldn't get a
runway number nine, big 7 0 7 set to go But I'm stuck here on the ground with a cold wind that grows You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight
turned this art into art-tillery With guns that bark to keep them from killing me On point, like a sword cause I always stay on board Ready to clap a stinking victim like a
In the early morning rain with a dollar in my hand With an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved
(talking) Damn girl, (damn) You got a tattoo right there(right there, that,s a tatty, tatty) I like that(ooh shit, a tatty, tatty) Sexy than a motherfucker
truck - a grand Turbo! You's a blunt here and prose - with big .fo'-fo'. I was 0-3! - 8-2! - 3-3-9! Now the kid is home, it's my time to shine! (YEAH!) {
em, I said you fucked up good Got ta handle that, growin' up in the hood [Chorus] yea-a-a-a A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
plus I hold my own As I sit at the throne, trying too improve my home Mama see the nitty itty greedy dirty 0-4-0 From Rosetown too Lindangen Something