start Ready to unload at war No witnesses You cant get on the stand and say you saw nothin bout nothin Keep it shut or you dead If you cant hush, open your mouth and you
I pray I know you hear me at night It ain't right but I ain't white And all I got is the street life I know you lookin' down sayin' you ain't raise
have the fat flavor for the FUNK And just in what I heard - you lack the spunk and you lack the style, and you lack the poise And all you MC's sound like
wanna kno if you really loved me Like you said you did, Like you said you did. Like you said you did. I bought you things Let you barrow my car when you
he a'int beggin for it, and you can love it you can hate it but you can't ignore it you can't be that ignorant but you can try to sell him short, but
as you tell them shit them hoes be on the freeway Face it, you got a dream? your ass better chase it Nigga giving you problems have that nigga replacements Excuses to fight you
wack ass Acting like a jack ass You're taking up space looking up in my face And you ain't got the good grace to scream out loud Take ya sorry ass Straight
to you Your heart is beating, eight to the bar You can't control it so you hold it Then you're out on the floor On the floor You feel it coming to ya
you dance in the dirt Open your eyes - to the lies while you still got a chance Open your mind - and you find that you're locked in a trance Stars in your eyes - they make you
main man, plus my own band I had to take a stand and beat the trick bad Two sisters, that were doin' the two brothers Now they fight 'cause they was doin
celebrity, addicted to move a key Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made Now we gotta slay you why you
hold you tightly but instead you wanna fight me So why let it stress and aggravate me Instead I'd rather break hope you don't hate me You tell me that you
a bitch We have people with bags running across, running to the East River, the East River And we have four people parking behind the eastern runway (Ugh, take
deep inside, baby girl would always be mine Picked you up when you was nine, started out my life of crime wit you, bought you some shells when you turned
in prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang The only way to advance and if you slang Then you'd better have your nikes on Cause when we fight
mutha) A part time A part time She's a (part time mutha) I grew up in a home where no-one liked me Moms would hit the pipe, everynight, she would fight
hands up (what you scared of nigga, what you goin for the trunk For) Get em up, come on Throw ya hands up Leave the gunz and the knives at home Don't
she did what she had to do and so, rest of you let go of that mess you do head throw off the chest if you think you know what's best for you because