don't remind us Street niggas we be in the streets that's where ya find us [Chorus] Go hard or go home [x16] [Verse 1] As I get comfy on the track
Yea, so clumsy wit them racks Though I aim anywhere so clumsy wit the straps Half a life sentence a half on my lap Plus I got half of the task on my
arguing more and it's getting less romantic yeah, I think she'll be able to tell soon but I f-cked you right I will I f-cked you right I will I'll f-ck
now in your arms All I really need is you by my side I sing this to you all the world and all it is I bring this to you this gift of love And the world
spit that I put my name in the game Mr. Book I'm a shine till a nigga can't shine no more I'm a smoke so weed I cant find no more I'm a keep my chest
roll-roll Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock 'Bout ta hit this corna Livin' like a thugs on tha real who's stronga When I put on ya, all playaz
myself I say God Bless me the truth so I speak live and directly you, I will set free my mic is where my check be rah, I echo, I echo, I echo, the sounds
a towel I said I.O.U like I'm tryna find a vow And I'm a rock more ? Champagne by the cases, I don't grab the bottle Drinks that I can't swallow Then
can I get a witness? I shoot the gift rapping, and wish you a Merry Christmas With he quickness is how I rip this, can you dig it? Well if not, then dig this, this
I know where I came from and know where I'm at And my last two albums don't sound real bad I'm Too $hort, baby, I ain't no punk I'm just askin', "Can
hand when I want my freak You can't deny it, you know I'm right I turn any rapper out when I'm on the mic And I won't kick back, or relax Till he knows
kiss before this I was just a failure in the mist And I made it through the fog, I can't let you take the piss I don't wanna get vexed and I don't wanna
, I know you'd paint a better place to live Where the colours would swirl and the boys and girls can grow in peace and harmony And where murals stand
get lost because you know you're soft I was sitting on the corner just a wasting my time When i realised i was the king of the rhyme I got on the microphone
put this bitch on the almanac. Dice what they hittin' for, 'lax what you sittin' on Tracks who you spittin on, rap till we get it on And don't let nobody
say I'm out of my league on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity
day to get from Where you're not to where you will be My hair is filthy, I'm drinkin' coffee I can barely feel the trace From the only time you kissed
Wham! I knocked you over, but can I get a witness? I shoot the gift rapping, and wish you a Merry Christmas With he quickness is how I rip this, can
