Whenever I step outside Somebody claims to see the light It seems to me that all of us have lost our patience 'Cause everyone thinks they're right And
got another tour to make Workin' so hard, just to pass the time away Connie my love, our movie was great and so was the taste It was pleasin' for reason
[aceyalone] Music please... Yeah You want to know the reason You want to know the reason The reason is we gotta have those guidelines I'ma break the
laws? I wont fall in line or be a soldier for your cause! There's no reason To waste your life in another mans war There's no reason to waste your lifetime
Ayo! Light that shit the fuck up man! [Daz] Y'all niggas get ready to get high! What we doin in here y'all, huh? Everybody partyin, smokin, bullshittin
You know my name, bitch, hold up The streets gave me heat And the eagle was the thing that they gave me It's the rap guerilla that still clap, fucka Yeah
I'm just, I'm just a picture a picture in a frame I paint word pictures on the canvas of life But I don't control the colors It's nothin' like it Yo,
[Beanie Sigel] (Yo) Who wanna fuck wit', the fat boy of the Roc? (blldddttt) stick em, ha, another victim Mac pullin' capers again Fuck with that money
For the record y'all.. uh-huh.. I know you hear me.. for the record y'all.. [Beanie Sigel] _Dynasty_ album, track 16, listeners fret I can't take back
[Chorus: Saint Nick] Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out I bang out 'til your brains hang out.. .. cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a
Yeah Sparks in here, The Truth in here, yeah Yeah, witness, tales of a hustler, I'm going to ride nigga Ya know, this just the life we live, this just
[Chorus - Scratching w/ Background voice] [Beanie Sigel] Aiyyo Memph what's wrong with these niggas man? These niggas ain't sayin shit man These niggas
C'mon let's try this Guru.. [Beanie Sigel] When I was five years old, I realized it was a road But at the end, I ain't seen lots of pots of gold I seen
As far as back as I can remember I always wanted to be was a gangster Watch your bitches! Hey yo, I walks like a pimp, talks like a mack Spit lobster
Shit, I don't do much Y'knawmean? Smoke weed, fuck bitches Get paper cuts from countin' money I just be chillin', y'knawmean? Menage trois, knawmean?
Chorus (Scratching) 'get down' This Philly cat back with them blackmatics Pop up with the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it (Scratching) 'get down' Two
This is a man's world This is a man's world Man's world prick, yeah This is a man's world Man's world, all y'all little kids out there Runnin' around
Surrounded by the darkness It all came down to soon Longing for redemption In this cold hospital room God is there What will she tell her family Still