face, they're only faults I can't erase They're only cracks in an ice sheet, they're only facts that experts speak But you and I we've our own facts, our cracks
way too long checking my tongue in the mirror And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer But my breath fogged up the glass And so I drew a new face
wont put the yack down Erica the jump shop but he's smoking crack now The Lunatics the Lost Boys cheap shit is wack now Country boots shrowden crackers
the new Flex tape too we 'gon burn it down I'm dead serious [Tony Yayo:] The new G Unit out on the streets [50 Cent:] Ya'll just heard a new record
: (LT Hutton talking) Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh! They ain't ready for this LT Hutton T.I Ashanti It's that new 'Pac y'all (Chorus: Ashanti) Pac's
still gonna be on some crooked ass nigga shit (2pac Verse 1) Please tell me what's a nigga to do and it's true Ain't nuttin' new so I do what I can
just wanna know if you still gon' be on some crooked-ass sheeeit [2Pac] Please tell me what's a nigga to do, and it's true Ain't nuttin new, so I do
Move or get moved on Lets see whos strong [echo] In the days of the strange Where nothing stays the same With new faces come through with similar
burn bridges my friend Imagine the G-Dub close and yo ass gotta swim I watch the fifth melt a nigga melt a nigga of the sidewalk of New York Me and shorty
Brown" Bitches can't get off me now Rasta man toss me pounds I ain't from a softy town Niggas'll brake ya bones, crack ya face Call the doctor let him
Die Caught His Crooks Cuz D Flashin His Mugshot, He Notices M.O. Don Run Up In Dem Crack Spots, His Sister, She Aaight, Big Hips, Lil Waist, Big Tits, Pretty Face
Your voice or your face And by any number of bets in the book Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze You need something to open up a new door
by the name of young chris breezy it's hard to see me cause I'm fly as a plane and my swaggers in 3D I do this in my sleep in otherwords it's really easy new
: When people stare at the scene like a machine of the team looking for theme between cracks searching for cream physical image can never be lost never
frozen tundra, sank Titanics Crack solid granite, initiate global panic Harlem got me branded, rhythms jingle like bricks These niggaz face it or face
And Papa's locked in cages And Mama's lacking wages And this what they're faced with, upon a daily basis Bleaching out dem faces, Running from dem races