it Fuck that, you can trust that, if I had a gun I'd release slugs black and bust back See how these players love that, to the point where I can't take
or go raw? I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking 'bout
the ultimate war I can't explain the true penalties of fame and the wealth Tell me who can I trust? I can't trust myself Got the devil got me thinking
Nobody knows how it's going to end Kiss me In the coolness of the night Take me Further
take it Pullin' the pistol on another black man was never the plot But sometimes a brother will shoot for wealth and try to take my spot They come like
lame dudes that ridicule I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool I don't owe you niggas nothin' Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin' Black
even though that we been gettin' cake And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me Now tell me how I look Would you rather live life like me
though that we been gettin cakey now the money taste sweet like pastry they hate me ( back at you) now tell me how it look would you rather live life like me
I walk talk and dress, they say my life's a mess But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake Back
been worth it I'm a superstar, bought me a big ol' car Four point six (See the car) Black with the bars from the front to back And got a button in the
I'm a Midwest swanger 'cuz they love me the most Some of 'em lie me humble, others like me to boast Please, my whole life is alphabets and numbers I take
Didn't take long, for Joel and Janks to have me slumpin' So I called up Boo, what's up nigga what you bout to do He said, just kickin' back waitin on
My other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high today Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me And scream "free me" Fuck about some bunkshots
just slide back down to the bottom While you make your place in the hills There's nothing that the road cannot heal There's nothing that the road cannot heal Washed under the black
mind now Cypress Hill compound, you could hear the sound Let another motherfucker run up and I'll put your ass down Then I'll peal from your cap the Cypress Hill