a name You can say you're pulling back We see the pictures everywhere But what we don't see is What's going on behind the closed doors You don't seem
to hear that so principals and teachers abroad began to fear that "If this guy makes an impact on the students that we play, they'll end up having way
meter, we come gunnin' bullets Whistle past your ear like police in London We the best that ever did it, the rest never lived it Gettin' bucked at a bing-time, stressed on
and my road dogs man on this one We stay constantly dirty, grittin' for our shit Y'know what I'm sizzlin'? Ain't nobody every gave me nothin', I'm on
bed Nothing changes, 'cos we're still being fed On little white lies and stale white bread Look at my day What's my next appointment Dinner in hell What a disappointment I live
mathematics I work for mines, let my work, work for me I make my ends, my friends buy their work from me Money is me, that folding on those switches is me Went out on
, crop if I'm creepin' on you Click-clack nickel back knickknacks if you got heaters on you Spittin' back live rounders, with five pounders If we meetin' on
home, nevermind why our bank account's suddenly grown It's funny, we're so out of this debt from this money we owe Woulda ya...mind if I told you I had
I know you would get down on the flo' I keep a magnum for they back and I keep a swisha full of dro We can get down for my dime and we can fuck on the
everything becomes poisoned and corrupted. We can become media personalities, but it is always on their terms. We're tired of living up to other people
you're really qualified to mouth off and theorize about the fears you've never even felt. Time's past to button up, taste the fare on which they sup and
as we're cooperating with God By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and Saviour And as the Lord, does return in the coming seven days We'll
remind you Got bread I'll put it on your head if I got to You will get flopped too this what you should not do Feed bullshit to animals off in this zoo You're
that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts I'm just a
ain't it My nigga Freddy agrees, we near fainted (Not knowing that my face portrait was being painted) (That very same day) Anyways we chilling on the
of those days that never made Impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree. Everyone's saved -- we're in the grave
living how I wanna I got dope around the world and got some still on the corner If you broke come and see me, I got shit for you to do I got a class on
we're fed throughout our lives What chance to fight together? What chance to tear this world apart? Live to raze you I shall return This is why we're