here without you baby But you're still on my lonely mind I think about you baby And I dream about you all the time I'm here without you baby But you
mon, man, you all bleedin' bad, man You got to keep up, man, we can't stop here I really didn't like how this shit was goin' down Wrong night, wrong
got a vick if it's a brick you need My nigga for sheez Right back at you, holla after you land we get it before you leave Is you for sure? Them niggas
again And Johnny Rio and Rotten Rita You'll never see those faces again This Halloween is something to be sure Especially to be here without you There
who asked you to slow down? Eventhough niggaz told me you was gon' clown but I tried You didn't know I cried when I saw you whallen at the State Theater
bein' Nelly? Ay, let me break it down It's like a shootout and you the only nigga wit' rounds It's like a weed drought and you the only nigga wit' pounds
you tell the masses, you tell the cops But if that street yappin made you famous, then you a star Star; hey, write down "star" Write down "star" on a
down, down, down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, get down Baby, get down, down down Baby, get down, down down Baby
check 'Cause all I learned was when, where, why, what an' who An' then I asked, "Do you think this is true?" Out like a strike that's three an' a number
before your two eyes You got to crawl before you walk,you see that opens the doors Because you can't start buildin' from the sixth floor If you work
What they gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn
What dey gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn
man, sharpshooter He asked you do you remember these two faces? 'Mind you you're blind, completely hung out to dry, victimized Violated as if you was
music? Sweet music, soul music? You know The Roots is a group that'll choose it Just to use it, to make you move it, yeah Here comes the Crumbs, from
them three words that all girls wanna hear I love you, huh you would start to cry If I would reply with I L Y Then I tell your friends that you played
tellin' Drink a little Hennessy, smoke a blunt or two or three or four Live in action, guaranteed raw And you don't stop and you don't stop You keep
you that stuff is dead Wait a minute let me talk to you I think I should inform you who you're talking too No let me tell you so you remember me As the
vitamin, or a Vicadin Ace is on the mic again, door men invite 'em in This one's on me, this party here's free As long as you don't make us, bumrush
