dead end block where life means nothing Been through it all and there's no place I'd rather be ALL THAT I KNOW No matter what They try To say I know
strange, you'll do me all that you do Dark angel, you're makin' me blue I guess it doesn't matter I guess it doesn't matter Picasso moon, blinding ball
all along Double-headed monster with a mind of his own Cherry red chariot, excess is just my character All black tux, nigga shoes lavender I never needed acceptance from all
for it Themoriginal thugs, got something that'll shut all you bitch niggas up Trust, that facts don't lie, stack's about to take flight No tellin' how long that
the wicked, in away with all his fists of fury I?m studying rhymes all day And everyday that's what I say I come with consciousness as my sword I slay All
City of Dope, I call it Oak Can?t be broke, selling coke Fat ropes, shattered hopes Fresh cars and all that dope Baseheads keep the trade alive Nobody
bit of difference All together All together now, let's hear you pray Make it better now and savor the day I'm all over, save me darling All together
your back, just so you react My counter act's my counterpart takin' your heart You made a move to pull my plug now that ass got sparked All I seeing
gettin' greasy, I had to learn how to beat me That's when you go for dolo, and get your meal ticket And still kick it hardcore I'm runnin' real with
to the window, look at her Then climb in, slowly shatter her brain matter and batter her With the bat, a matter of fact that will splatter her But before I do that
can't call it chump And looking like that Babe you need to call me up Seven eighteen D-a-n-t-e, one what? These jokers don't want none And all the pretty
You ain't never shattered shatta boy You a boxy boy Never shat a boy That's why I shot all ya shattas boy Left em dead On all my hotter boys Blunts of
remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches Check my resume nigga, I got that one hitta quitta And yo' boys ready to flee like, why'd you fuck with that
who I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby don't worry you know that you got me That snake could be that chick and that rat Could be that cool cat that
Is you crazy? You my king, for real [Both] But sometimes, relationships get ill [Eryka] No doubt Repeat 1 [Roots] That snake could be that chick or that rat Could be that cool cat that
I saw or What club I went to with my homies Baby, don't worry you know that you got me That snake could be that chick or that rat Could be that cool cat that
Montmartre And that I stepped off the stage and took a piece of her heart We knew from the start that things fall apart Intense and shatter, she like, that shit don't matter
makes the walls all tremble A discotheque is what my room resembles How loud it gets to me it does not matter I open up the windows so the glass don't shatter
