more I try, the more she stays on my mind. Now I'm crying every day, 'cause I miss her. The more I cry, the more she stays on my mind. INSTRUMENTAL
fin off my arms Doctor Dolittle, lit off the bone My bracelet like I raised it off the farm Home-grown, thick, dirty My family feud dudes who pack 2's on
[B-Real] I remember times I hustle, times I struggle Times I had to get over the everyday shuffle People tryin' to muffle my thoughts and all my dreams
still count mine, it's hella gettin' over the hump I got the loads on the skull, I got my hand on the pump Still got the boss to go nutty on you punks
I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there, don't give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who
shut the door And open up my mind Paperbags and angry voices Under a sky of grey This constant apprehension Won’t seem to go away All my talk of starting
So I keep doin' my own thing Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there, don't give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is
all on me Pissy drunks spillin alcohol on me Tried to split but the chick keep callin me Cause I be everything a baller be Please believe me, my team
pretend Dedicated to, all of my friends On the East and the West Coast Gotta let this drama go Nineteen eighty six, deep in the mix Me and my team out
, it's me again I just wanna make to love the whole globe And all her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to
on and so on I'm a teach these cats how to live in the ghetto Keepin' it retrospective from the get go Lay low, let my mind shine like a halo Politic
my pen, in my hand, one of my trusted friend, friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we ain't marchin
cause crime, pays (yep) Blaze the haze for days For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team Bonafide hustlers 'bout
, knocking on my door And I don't want to hear it anymore No consolations please for feelin' funky I got to get my head above my knees But it makes me
[Diverse] My mind compliance like a science Analyze my data, not a fader on the face of the earth Can blend rhythms like my will, surreal spinnin Ever
Would you break me off first, and let my nigga phil hit you Picture my caddy truck, we sexin' in the backseat Or in my room, you bucky naked in my black
in my hair, gold still in my teeth Still bringin' the beef if you're bringin' me grief I, rat-a-tat-tat it like one-two one-two Cock my shit back and