I'd leave my closet door open all night I know the CIA would say "what you hear is all hearsay" Wish someone would tell me what was right Up all night
craked and all I see are shards of glass inside of me. There's voices there to dare me, my father's here to scare me. My mother sits beyond the door
it pours now, my pains are yours as yours are what's mine, define, revolvin doors (nigga!) Chorus: Busta Rhymes (Why?) All my niggaz tell me (why) tell
what?) All my people up in the place sayin' "Ho!" Let me just hear you some more Tell me what you lookin' for Told all of y'all already I ain't
out now Open up your door let me on in I just be wonderin -- if I could "do my thing baby" Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass Bend your
scene and stack a bunch of people We bustin through the doors, shootin through your peephole The shoot that never miss is like shootin a free throw All
they were dead! They had it coming, they had it coming They had it coming all along I didn't do it, but if I’d done it How could you tell me that I was
knocks on door]) Huh, what? (What are you doing in there?) 'ey, come on, mom! (Are you jacking off again?) Close the door! Get out the way! (Stop it,
[Chorus:] Bring da beef to the streets (y'all don't really want it) Keep the heat with me (so don't run up on me) All my people see (y'all don't really
'm crazy Tellin me you got something that you wanna say to me Whooo oh Tell me why was I the last to know That you got plans of walkin out my door Don
people choice Truth tell me the truth the truth motherfucker Tell me the truth Tell me the truth Tell me the truth the truth you sucker You play us out and you take all
'll scream it from the mountain tops Pride comes before a fall So many thoughts to share All this energy to give Unlike those who hide the truth I tell
singing (Daniel) Some people do it all for money And some do it all for their love Some do it all for the glory Coz nothing else their thinking of I saw a man in a four door
's why I had to dedicate somethin new to ya, thank you Father [chorus] Uhhh i never knew a luv like this before messin with the Thug Life, i missed it all open up the doors
I want to work and they tell me, I'm, I was too young..." [Sample is Jim Hill from a news commentary about the OJ Simpson freeway chase.] "Some people
this dose A yes, yes, y'all Sadat X: A freak, freak, yo Casual: So fresh y'all To the beat y'all Sadat X: A yes yes y'all Casual: We don't stop
gon' do? (Gonna get get get it poppin) C'mon [Fat Joe] Yeah, it's Crack! (What'chu gon' do) Cafe {?}, all my people in there partyin All the party people
was able to buy this patch And build a store Let me tell you the story in the form of a dream, I don't know why I have to tell it but I know what