one, So now sometimes I pray Please take the space between us And fill it up some way. Take the space between us And fill it up some way. Oh my God you
Everyone I know is lonely And God's so far away And my heart belongs to no one So now sometimes I pray Please take this space between us And fill it up
little child with my eyes and mouth Father, watch over little seeds Help me guide them out Had to change my whole lifestyle Married my baby's momma Made her my
beef they want to say and start talkin it out Hey, oh my god, y'all nigga be buggin me out Wish they could lay me down and have the police start chalkin
my people go (Ooh-wee!) Just like a group of happy children Yo its such a feelin To see all of my live ballers (Carry on now) Oh see how I be gettin so
stop bringin that heat It's my dream (I said it's my dream) I said it's my dream... ooh [Verse 2 - Chamillionaire] Standing up to drama my posture is
his chest Homey going die tonight Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon dynamite Jack boy I been since I'm a toddler My Dad was sleeping I was running through his pockets Oh
all on my dick Cause my shoe size is much bigger than a motherfucking 10 My skin is my sin My s-k-i-n is my s-i-n ("burning our black skin") (repeat
to rykers island We got em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In the jeep make the old ladies say Oh my God wait it’s the
victim of police brutality, now I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate, You're rapin' me of my pride Oh for God's sake I look to heaven to fulfill his
Just stop pressurin' me Stop pressurin' me Make me wanna scream Stop pressurin' me Just stop pressurin' me Stop fuckin' with me Make me wanna scream (Janet): Oh my God
belongs to no-one So now sometimes I pray Take the space between us Fill it up some way Take the space between us Fill it up, fill it up Oh my God
on, you better get your shit and be gone Look, you niggaz play too much Mayne you need to pump yo' brakes Keep a heater nigga need for them restless snakes Right in my face caught a case tryin' to defend my space Dodging snitches police
from every angle The mic cords are tangled I try to flow smooth but my words are mangled Damn near slipped and broke my ankle If that ain't enough, the police
Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue, I where black, nothing but black 'Cause god
Because I'm back with a bang boogie, oogie oogie Strawberry letter 23 like Shuggie Oh, my God, just look at me Grandpa been rappin' since '83 Oh, I
Cut the music up, please Yeah, I should never leave hip-hop Controlled by my two hands, they go tik-tok Around the clock, yes, it's my time, my throne