the time None of the sadness is going away Nothing will change until you let yourself live I know i'm like you in more ways than one And i truly hate the man
all the time None of the sadness is going away Nothing will change until you let yourself live I know i'm like you in more ways than one And i truly hate the man
off my head To recite Shakespearean quotations No animal nor man can scream like I can With the fury of my recitations But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with
nigga man You know what time it is wit me, yo That's right Take the track, cut the heads off, split it down the middle man Take the bones out man
in your face and take the lid off Just use your head and forfeit the game You and your team just need to back off!! Get off my block, gimmie the ball,
remember my days as youth Teenage gangsters with somethin to prove See man amuse and we creep and we strew Catch your ass slipping and dump on their
I've seen a rich man beg I've seen a good man sin I've seen a tough man cry I've seen a loser win And a sad man grin I heard an honest man lie
who wanna profile and pose rock you in your face, stab your brain with your nosebone you all alone in these streets, cousin every man for their self in
sound man shook at my vocal frequency Back at the crib, bitch better strap on a bib 'Cause when I'm bustin' off, it's drippin' off the tip of her chin
you really understand? One-syllable word, old man? You got a problem with my space? Get your look out of my face 'Coz I've had it with your lies You'
static 'cause my boys got juice Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with
safe kicked me down with cold cash Knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask Word Continued clockin' freaks with emcee posterior Rollin' in allmenn blazer with
banks obscene Wanna chill with these niggas, bet you wish you could And suck game out my ass like sponges I run this You can't fuck with the steelo
off my head like fucking Brittney Man dre wont mix my records now I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with my semi Who'
a nigga made a mean egg sandwich [Big Tigger] I seen a couple websites try to put you on blast (uh-huh) with your relationship with homegirl with the
and left the place I?d known Now words have lost their meaning The words have lost their meaning and she?s bored
and mother Mary all did weep. I heard his best friend Frankie say, "He ain't dead, he's just asleep." Then I saw the old man's limousine head back towards
He began to play at the Apollo in Harlem Good scene there, everybody raving One day, one night, came a Cadillac with four head lights Came a man with