until the time I had a dream one night that I was standing in the street and something drew my eyes to the heavens where I could see a light that was
lyrical nympho Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for First, the fan side could be forgiven, you didn't know Second time, I got up in '
job, then he got robbed His mortgage is due and his marriage is through He says he ain't gonna pay no child support Because the bitch left him without a second
of them Quarter rolls, microphones, one, two, revolution Sons due, evolution, in a rhyme, ghetto music In the mind, 'cause I'm movin, in time, intwine
some real Aiyyo the guc is here dog I'm back to work I took time off a couple niggas had to get hurt Due to the fact they wack and wasn't strapped Packin
Ayyo, feel this shit right here All my block niggas Gimme a second, dogs, I got us, I swear to God Feel this shit right here Ayyo, from Boyz II Men to
unsolved murder case, No damned description nigga 'cause only you saw my face But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time, Got caught in my hood slippin', flatline time
transform what's simply second rate But will yea no come assess me, boastfully I'll not be bought by your silver plated come to me So don't you do come
Back when man had not care for the past And little hope for the future A man who stood out in the annals of time To tell of the actions to come The uncanny
the streets where I was raised as a man And learned to use my hands for protection In scuffles, throw all my blows in doubles I'm coming from Queens
they givin you 99 They dont giva fuck who you is they dont descriminate Come up with a decision there it is closed case Aint nothing you can do nigga you goin do that time
to a G But try to hate me Every second due to the fact who I be And it don't bother me Cuz I still be toppin' my game Just don't come off the side of
me? What goes around comes back around again Stud Doogie, is you wit me? What goes around comes back around again S.O.S., is you wit me? What goes around comes
rhymes And when it was time, Jah gave me the mic after he blessed it He said share the loving, prepare them for the Second Coming Beware of the false
shit to make all you niggas just get the boot y'all Baby wiggle ya shit one time, come on Fuck you and your whole entire click combined come on Whatever
m a little fed up, and it's time that I show ya We battle one time, you're dead, no sequel (Your mic, and my mic - come on yo, no equal) -- Q-Tip You
Therapy payed by the state He gets a year, she lifelong Doesn't dare to go on the street, she's so afraid En then all of a sudden, the second time Therapy
boredom by beating someone Either way you'll just be waiting on the connection Seen all sights and they see mine Counting seconds - I've done my time Now I'm due
