From my +Blueprint+ beginnin to that +Black Album+ endin Listen close you'll hear what I'm about Nigga, feel my truths [Verse One] Pop died, didn't cry
was okay and everything, except then I started to think about it, and I thought, a??It is unfair. I am looking at the whole thing from the poor kid's
you're here, Ain't seen your face so far, If you don't want to fail, You better hide your scars, Make a poor man cry, The way you run your life, Make a poor
your villain anymore And don't think I live my life of keeping score I'm not gon' be your villain anymore And don't think I live my life of keeping score
a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored
my mind escapes but I ignore Temptations, to embrace the path of raw When I was younger my hunger taught me how to score Not sayin I was poor, but I was
fool the poor & weak To the light they seek I sell the blessings for 50 dollars more I am god I kill people just for pleasure I love to see them cry
edit the clip and lost Kano My mens wear problems like Timbs See it all in they face, ask Mase, he got wars to win Scores to settle, crews to crush You
are real Hey little Suzie You don't have to cry no more Hey little Bobby Don't you worry about the war Hey little Jessica You just keep up with the score
Bibi score a few goals [Chorus:] Whe can satisfy me A trailer load a money Whe di shatta dem need (whe dem want) A container load o money Mi nah go dead poor
I fool the poor & weak To the light they seek I sell the blessings for 50 dollars more I am god I kill people just for pleasure I love to see them cry