and get your money little duffle bag boy, get money And I ain?t never ran from a nigga and I Damn sho ain?t bout to pick today to start runnin? Look
're not human Well, there was sand, there were tiles The sun had melted the sand And it coagulated like a river of glass When it hardened, he looked
south like past Detroit Pull up aside of a 1977 Sittin' back and sippin' my cronic 7 And I'm about to get down Look at me changin' lanes Twin pipes lookin
looks older than her age She chose the streets over a chance on stage Found dead in the river, story made the first page Devils snatchin souls into a little glass
by the shore I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea Thinking of the sea I'm looking at the river But I'm thinking
style motherfucker (Barron Ricks) Oh shit, my styles' progress like hot sex upon a firm matress But limit the techniques to get freak Now look at me,
Looking at quads, waiting for someone to bluff So I checked 'til someone said I had enough I'm raising a thousand, son I pay to see the river Caught
clown Wicked clowns, wicked clown Wicked clowns, wicked clown Don't fuck with me Wicked Clowns, wicked clown Wicked clowns, wicked clown I sailed off the river
the sky with diamonds Lucy in the sky with diamonds, ah Picture yourself in a train in a station With plasticine porters with looking glass ties Suddenly
mobsta Get up in here and do our thang, heh That's how we gon' do, ha ha ha ha Get down to the club Chokin' on sticky and everything was loved, oh yeah Look
where gotta pleas the crowd or pleas the artists that are listenin' to you. And pleas the real hip-hop underground people that, that, that is looking
've been owning this art since our flow in the park. Verse 2 a?? Mortar You can't serve me like Serena and Venus, Comparatively I leave you looking like
've not been well Take me to the Brocade River Hotel And I just wanna know while the revolution lasts Will it enable me to swallow broken glass? I'm
deadly human beings Blessed with the gift of speech, the power to reach Each nigga on every street May the Heavenly Father look down and be proud Of
South, Dirty South It's how we do what we do, man When we do what we do, what, what Project shit what I know you see me looking, girl go on and act
Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of grass Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin' through painted glass
the choirs beginning to sing What look good in the day, at night is another thing She's looking into my eyes, and shes a-holding my hand She looks into
