We said our weekly "hello" to each other and just kept walking by We never seem to get this timing right Maybe we can meet up for lunch tomorrow Or just
suit,the luxury home You'll never get caught,'cause you got nerves of ice And you're much smarter than those crooks on Miami Vice Right You wanta be
has got me down foe the the last time [got me down foe the last time][X:3] Ghetto Bluez has got me down [got me down foe the last time] [ohh ohhooohh
time, the last time But this time you're gonna get burned Oh teacher, teacher Until the end of term Oh teacher, teacher the first time, the last time But this time
. How many times must we hear rehashed versions of Feeding of the 5000 By jerks whose only fuck off to the system has been one off the wrist? It's the
prevail? Fearin' jail but crack sales got me livin' well And the system's suicidal with this thug's life Stayin' strapped forever strapped in this drug
fear, you are You're an enema baby You don't feel right but you can't leave my system You're everything that I have Yet nothing that I own (This is
I fear You are You're an enema baby You dont feel right but you can't leave my system You're everything that I have Yet notthing that I own (this is
my fingers from my fisherman hat. She got in and said "yo I never done this before" I had to play my cards right to get my foot in the door. She got
his dick and {?} James Ain't no motherfuckin game, we been livin this for real When the government is workin, real niggaz never squeal Right here the
much straighter than this (can't touch us, can't touch us) Love got me positive (can't touch us, can't touch us) Ya mafucking right son (can't touch us
red for crips and bloods The white for whose got you doing time We busting caps on one another and it never stops You know it never stops But you know
m bout to lose my mind, aggravated and restless I don't want to die [Z-Ro] Look at how they made me, traditon systems raised me The drama that they give me never
, no V's with hot systems Missin my homies that passed right in front of my eyes Due to the fast life we told wonderful lies On how we would live forever, time
this is the story Of wealth, cash, whips, chips, bitches and blunts Must be the good life right? Check this yo... [Verse 1: Blu] I got a call from my
built rappers with under-skilled narratives The good die young, me and Suff' are still bad with this Rhyme style it's lethal, "Prime time the sequel! " Ain't got
