I. Her Man's Been Gone Her man's been gone For nearly a year He was due home yesterday But he ain't here Her man's been gone For nigh on a year He was
blue Just 'cause he's late Don't mean he'll never get through He told me he loves you He ain't no liar, I ain't either So let's have a smile for an
A couple of cocktails will send me to jail there's a couple of cops hot on my trail But this time, when I get pulled over there's a doberman pinscher and a
organisms. Time will only last for the ones who bust that ass. All gridlock thinking. you better think fast, quick! Because I’m riffling down the stifling, Trifling sound who’s killing who
money to the most needy And never put it in the hands of the most greedy 'Cause they're puttin? a price tag on a man?s word And it?s a fashion show,
give my money to the most needy And never put it in the hands of the most greedy Cause their puttin' a price tag on a man's word And it's a fashion
heavy When I used to quarterback that yolla Perm down to my shoulders trying to get it while it's good Til the po po's headquarters up a hub station in our hood A
A couple of cocktails will send me to jail There's a couple of cops hot on my trail But this time, when I get pulled over There's a Doberman, Pinscher and a
Trotter, a.k.a. [BT/Tariq Trotter] Well um, Black Thought from The Roots y'all [?uestion/Ahmir Thompson] Mr. Simmons, a.k.a. [AJ/Joseph Simmons] A.J.
living 4, 5, 6's on the streets they shootin' Is there any money out there for me? You just listen to this hustler's story Nigga's is quick to chuck
to the next step That's what I do, that's what I say, that's what I live That's what I prove, that's what I move, that's what I give Makin' other brothers
P's and fuckin' fine Fee's and 3's with ease For sho' the skilled poets within in the mask up kill for it I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill I'll
gold and pearly gates Halos wings all dressed in white Angels sing and cymbals glare No one's rich no one's poor People dreaming they live free Making love while
large, channels But our bar's handle might break mic's Vordul Megala, the cannibal ate mic's Strive live, live fuck five, I want a hundred an' eight mic's
I'm sweatin the track Satan worshipper The thug I be my profile read my file I be enemy child for a while within' a Mystic Style Aww yea it's like
a sting It's hard to keep control, I bless those who seek a scroll Trying to reach a whole nation and break the sleeper hold Not a role model, I walk
's themselves that they're fool'n Gotta head of the game too quick, what they lack is ol' school'n You know who's who, whether or not I'm talking to your
make more A fifteen year old black kid will go and rob a liquor store And get shot in the process He ate up a nine bullet and now he's put to rest Why