fall, every time you fall Stupid words you said, you can take it back again Stupid words you said, you can take them back again You can take them back again, you can take them back
March just disappear? You hear it on the left You hear it on the left You hear it on the left left
, he had to chase it Clock kept tickin' so he had to race it Had to make it, back to basics Followin' the law, naw, had to break it Can't get a job,
bout It could be your time and it might be You can't do nothin' about it It's God's will, that's just how life be One day it hit 'cha then it's gone
Take what's mine Mine, mine, mine Take what's mine Give this to me Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine... Take what's mine, take what's mine, take
knackered places must you see Before you brain collects the notion that it's going on too long It would be better if you cut it clean You shouldn't mind it
this! I got it right over her Ere! see it? my big, brown, briefcase! my briefcase! it's big, harry! it's full of business papers...from my career! A
's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD I did it for the C.P.T. Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town Ran through hip-hop, and made these nigga's lie
it I'm a slim thug Cincinatti fitted with the red and black rim, blood gave niggas 300 bars, 2 mixtapes, and a DVD I did it for the CPT Did it for
the red and black brim blood Gave nigga's 300 bars, two mixtapes, and a DVD I did it for the C.P.T. Did it for New York, did it for Chi-town Ran
tight, 'cuz it's not over yet I don't even feel like I'm not sober yet And it ring like shots in the projects New Year's Eve And it ain't even October
steal" - I was back in a bar in New York lower east side when you shouted that at '' maybe it was yourself, maybe I wasn`t there, maybe it's slipped down
hold tight, cuz it's not over yet I don't even feel like I'm not sober yet And it ring like shots in the projects new year's eve And it ain't even October
make em goggle and swallow Scrape the craters of the brain for data Old scriptures on withered paper beginnin take shape and form when the gods get on it
set it off, get it off, let it off like a gat I wanna break full, cock me back Small change, they puttin shame in the game I take aim and blow that nigga
had to chase it Clock kept tickin so he had to race it Had to make it, back to basics Followin the law, naw, had to break it Can't get a job, no applications