good, not just the plenty and with all our abundance we end up empty. We deserve cake but we've settled for crumbs, but I know one is better than a
just that close Wrist wrist Toe to toe Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose So how come when I reach out my fingers It feels like more than
filled with anger cause nigga I don't give a fuck Stack my chesse up Cause one day I'm a give this street life up Beef I don't discuss A nigga outta line
come in and ice grill I'm in the back higher than a light bill Ya chick grindin' on the kid high off a white pill I'm tryin' to get a little played in
seed nigga [Above the Law] Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla
off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed-off They took a chance and lost let's spray A-K and make
We're just, vibin Groovin, vibin We're just, vibin Groovin, vibin Verse Two: Craig Mack (Puff Daddy in the background) [That's right] Just move it
I got a perfect spot for a tattoo (Oh) I get ya name more than once if I have to (Yeah) Me and you a better classic than Bayou Cause I got a few places
ad libs] [Break] (Where are you?) [Outro: Classified - talking] The world's a little bit bigger than just the street you live on Open up your eyes a
year was a success, of the Smoke Out '99 was even better than the year of '98 and Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate TWO-thousand
feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts And poured cement, lamented and assured To the lights and towns below Faster than the speed of sound Faster than
one sees me It all ends up in a slanging match with body talk and bruises A change is better than a rest Silly beggars can't be choosers [Chorus:] One of a
is sick For me, being just a sick, this conflict Gets my dick harder than arithmetic And I know how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from
, lie like a politician, My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician. Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe, There'll be another one after me! A hustler
back just rips You wanna be a made man The fam accepts no mistakes Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones Bring a rat back dead just ahead A cop's better
m a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask about me Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask
A bullet in a box [Chorus - Jay-Z] I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey I'm a hustler, I'm a-I'm a hustler homey Nigga ask a... nigga-nigga ask
Jin; rapping: To wake up daily and sleep better nights That's what we all wish for to seek a better life, right? It's unfortunate when tragedy strikes <a