things can only be as bad as you make them so think things through and overcome them when things that would make a grown man cry are happening right in front
side things can only be as bad as you make them so think things through and overcome them when things that would make a grown man cry are happening right in front
ends. Pick up where we left off and get smashed again. I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz. Driving around with a smashed front end
I've been traveling for so long So lost til I stumbled upon Two roads in front of me I had to take my time To the right I could see a church I took a
to shape the world to fit the way you move Oh, should I listen for a dress size? I owned up, I've grown up, do you remember me? I showed up and so what
You’s a local black spokesman, I split your front open Viscious knife wound, fucked up like ron goldman Spliff, I spit, fully equipped for any bullshit Grew up
but you stay talkin shit What I'ma have to do dog, run up in yo mess Catch you while you comfortable put one up in yo chest One up in yo vest of course
I hear him sayin from heaven, "Wake up! (WAKE UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUaaaahhhhh-) Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! (aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh-up!) Wake UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP
my turn But please, don't allow me to crash and burn Just give me a chance...watch how fast I learn [Chorus:] I'm tryna keep my head up to the sky
Serve you anything from cocaine Up to speed I came with the drank So here's five on the weed Xzibit: See kids don't belong Up in grown folks
razor You wanna live or die, it's your decision Talk shit, you're dissin' I got you in my night vision Brain fragments on the street released Another nigga fronts
you can't give up, you got a lot of people waitin' on you Do your mamma a favor Give them some of that Chicago style R'n'B that I brought you up on
they'd never achieve Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe C'mon! stick up kids, they be out
pulled into the shopping center And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother Like ice cream melting they embraced Years of bad decisions
just topped it off, this shit here is fucked up You either, eat or you starve, rob or go get a job Break down to either wake up, hustle or pray to God
ends Pick up where we left off and get smashed again I'll be dammed, just fucked around and crashed my Benz Driving around with a smashed front end
Hey what up man? What up god? Ya heard? Chillen cold as hell Yes it is hey Busta didn't come here did he? No hey look you got fifteen cent?
baby You could never hide from me I close my eyes and fantasize About you right in front of me And when I find I'm satisfied I wake up and I realize
