I turn around, they hard to find A little bit of weed and a little bit of greed Make a bitch wanna choke me till I bleed Now watch a bitch breathe from
nigga No matter what, don't forget that I pray before I go to sleep Dear God save my place before I start to eat, 'cause times is hard So I'm covered
'til we drop Got no time for the courts, my only thought is open fire Hit the district attorney, but fuck that bitch, 'cause she's a lie Now it's time
explode So I grab hold of the North Pole Not tryin' to meet the lost soul, at the crossroad We're bein' sucked up into the black hole Young becomes
dump With a young pump two to the brain don't even harm me You're fuckin' every party, you wont even startle You're the harder crew of lyrical giants
time, And that's why, you gots to watch the drive-by, My trigga finger moves quickly, constantly at'cha body, I'm here to make you bleed indeed, Eyes closed, so
up G's rolling through the gump I know you jock that the police watch that this young gangsta dipped in chocolate and they can t stop that so pass
bleed, if it's potent So if you're not ready, homey don't tamper with it She the chick who had Tony Montana slippin She so bad she make you mad But soon
out, don't fake out" I said, "What time?" He said, "One o' clock If it's traffic, go the back route" Ya see, sloppy jobs ain't my forte so no mistakes
the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive At second hands, moms bounced on old men So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth
would even play my songs Wouldn't even listen to anything that my name was on It's so hard and its so an this marvelous flow Cause as hard as I go I
low until the ride be out The four, five on the ground, forty and out To fourteen days hard time, Low Lives Life's short young nigga, get your mash
other side of perfect, a life of hurtin' Man I still hustle, so I'm dyin' certain So I spent your time in poor and working I see no reason So I stay
the weed so I be forever high My eyes has seen so much in misery, so before I flee I open fire let the lord pick the first to bleed Bitches don't wanna
[Daz] It's been a long time since you've heard from us Dat Nigga Daz Dillinger, Young Gotti Kurupt And now we back wit a little rhyme We can't stop, can
overheard an old man tell a young soldier thanks Young soldier hung his head and said it's hard to believe You're the only one that took the time to say
the tightrope All in my, my, my mind Yeah, you can just kid the kid inside so many times Yeah, and you can just kid the kid inside so many times, yeah
was listening When I used to walk the streets at night Like a bird that used to sing, I was flying I was happy all the time and its hard to look back
