come There is room left for one At the cross, there is room just for you There is room at the cross for you There is room at the cross for you For you
Translation: Pace, Joe. At The Cross.
is cuties rushing at me So I chose the one that I knew could roll Not one steady fumble on the skatin' floor Follow what the joe shootin' pass me like
see is cuties rushing at me So I chose the one that I knew could roll Not one steady fumble on the skatin' floor Follow what the Joe shootin' pass me
Verse 1: Joe Budden] Look here, Look, look... I get a ghetto gospel Only right considerin' the ghetto was my hostile. Memory is gone, but I'm recallin' all through highschool Even at
SHE flinches under his gaze.) NORMA Don't hate me, Joe. I did it because I need you. Look at me. Look at my hands. Look at my face. Look under my eyes
niggaz that snitch, whoever shot at me? All up on my shit, pussies plottin three days to 'bout a week Wu-Syndicate, most hypnitated 'cross the E-N-T Entire
[Amalgam Download Bonus Track] [Intro: Joe Budden] I hear what nigga's sayin'. Nigga's gonna' talk to me like... Like when I come on the plane an' shit
no it's not H to the Izzo But I push buttons like Jay shoulda did Joe Peoples choice the voice of my time With Royce Da 5'9", we boys at night shine I
cuties rushing at me So I chose the one that I knew could roll Not one steady fumble on the skatin' floor Follow what the Joe shootin' pass me like the
that snitch, whoever shot at me? All up on my shit, pussies plottin three days to 'bout a week Wu-Syndicate, most hypnitated 'cross the E-N-T Entire,
