face, they're only faults I can't erase They're only cracks in an ice sheet, they're only facts that experts speak But you and I we've our own facts, our cracks
tried to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips, with the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet I know some
turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for? a joke? you smokin crack? Before I do that, I beg Mariah to take me back
, can't no nigga fuck with this I got more Different Strokes than Philip Drummound On open mic I bone your women just to keep my lyrics coming (bitch) We elevated to new
[LT Hutton talking] Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh! They ain't ready for this LT Hutton T.I. Ashanti It's that new 'Pac y'all [Chorus: Ashanti] Pac's life
still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit [2pac Verse 1] Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can
money in the bank They cut their crack; they offer joints We don't do drugs to get our... Meaning! POINT! Watch the beat! I'm on your case I'm in your face
I love to experiment with specific high-explosives just to take y'all niggaz out of this element, NOW!! Chorus: Busta Rhymes Cause we got new shit
my ox Rampage got the city locked And your function, to the flat bush junction Causin rambunction, watch me do you somethin Baby sham on some new shit New
, be on it fo' sure Be incredible to settle the score Like a nigga shot you in the face, through the peephole in the door From New York, down to Singapore
feat. Chingy, Fat Joe, Nick Cannon [Intro] New York put it on the floor New York put it on the floor (what, c'mon) Cali put it on the floor Cali put
it Marinate in your self-source A couple shells to dry you out To a pale horse Smashing your image Take it back Then we crack with a villian Scratching
Vietnamese in army fatigues Def Squad representer Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter Verse Three: Keith Murray Hey yo once a crack head
double R full surface yall niggas aint ready yet [talking] Yea, New York is mine, Philly is Cass holla back. [Chorus X2] [Cassidy] You know me C-A-S-S fresh dressed Just copped some new
floss your jewels And, Keep Clubbin’ I pull up on gold shoes I walk in actin’ fool Hell nah it aint no rules When, We Clubbin’ Head to toe everything I got in is new
smiley faces Show you how to turn that powder to a hundred acres Let's get it Thank god for making crack raw Now how you want it The window or the chainsaw Crack
away with his life and his shines Yeah, I smell pussy pussy Yeah pussy pussy That's how h e looked when I left his fuckin face gushy Ask about it Cracks
look worse than... As long as they head right and ass fat I put a pillow over they face and ass that - Crack 'Bout to cruise down your avenue In the back
