it's too true You and me, we know too much You and me, we know too much You and me, we know too much In our hearts we were wandering gypsies In our mind
Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back
know how you get down We know the drama you bring whenever you hit town Just remember when you pray, God is love Gracious, merciful, forgive even the hardest thugs Life as we know
all mic for mic, steppin' to me you gonna fall, we brawl Throwin' a two-piece so loose leafs It's the Q-U-double-E-N You know how I'm MCin' Chorus
So heatbox all day in a nigga face and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate [Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*] Call it what you wanna call it
he knows his whole back city's ropes It don't matter, he's dope He knows that, but he's broke He's so stacked that he knows When he goes back to his
you lie....... I love the way you lie... I love the way you lie... Now I know we said things Did things That we didn't mean And we fall back Into the
not to constitute what this country at times calls if or which over. We seem to be approaching an age of the gross.(burp) We all have this idea that we
And we all knowwww - we all know, hah How fuckin cowards rollll - "keep rollin rollin rollin" In fuckin Bentley's and pretend to be down But as soon as someone calls
grow together, Let's let our love unfurl. You know you want me baby, You know I want you too, They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you, I wanna
, who cooks and cleans, it just means so much more to so much more people when you're rappin' and you know what for, the show must go on, so i'd like
time I take a step, it gets dim Tell me is this hell we're livin in? If so, heaven's got to be better But if we're hellbound, whatever, let's go down
to give a, fuck, now I could give a fuckless What do I think of success? It sucks too much press I'm stressed Too much cess with agress too upset it's just too much
the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of naggin bosses bitchin while I'm washing dishes In school I never said much, too busy having a headrush Doing too much
talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin up You gotta call
didn't mean much, only raisin' greener Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my hat to the sky BIG I did it, ? before I die, (nigga) no lie Just know
the day to night Oh, the quiet silence defines our misery The riot inside keeps trying to visit me No matter how we try, it's too much history Too many
' with another nigga's money Take your hats off, you know you ain't that tough I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up You know what I came for