lost inside Enemy's lines a hostile cry Alone with no one by my side To guide me through the dark of night Yet before my fears consume me thin These
landed lost inside Enemy's lines a hostile cry Alone with no one by my side To guide me through the dark of night Yet before my fears consume me thin These
: [Chorus] How did I end up right here with you after all the things that I been through its been one of those days you tryin? forget about take a shot
these motherfuckin fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you like I ain
like Malcolm out the window with the joint Hoodied up blood in my eye , a lead to fly Like fuck it (2 gunshots) , look how these niggas duck shit One
she hides from the past 'Cause the truth is more bitter than the tears She puts on h er make-up - though no one's seen her for days Her silence is a
s in my gun Your cutlass motor knockin, because it is a lemon My rifle's Georgia-peaches, but you look more like a lemon These sour apple bitter bitches
much older than his age Like to catch the bus home, not concerned by the traffic and the lights and the ticket price hikes, Kinda, like the bus, no one
s contemplate the freaks we can run through Got the chauffer pullin over Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission Close the partition, he like
drop Inner Citty Posse's got the bad rep Like my man on the cruches took a big step And I can't stand the neighborhood menace So I swell his chin like
my dogs on the block Kinda understand why they chose to steal and rob Was it the hair that got me this far? All these girls these cribs these cars? I
a semi-automatic full rap fanatic [Verse One: U-God] I make mean lean when I pump my spunk and hands of chump, of machine gun funk I bliss, like the
pressure on me dearly rarely would you let it go Was a thousand and one times I had to tell you no When it was one of those days when nobody was around
less than 8 seconds still poundin in my after life.. laugin my shit is tight you who askin right... [Chorus:] Aint no nigga like the one I got no one
rubbers And I don't use rubbers, need more covers Housekeeping, I mean goddamn One time, let it be a bad bitch sweepin That know we get O's like Cheerios
wanna club Real thugs don't never fall in love Always on the g-o, for the d-o Man I had to take t-o, smits some cutie Since my money get right theses days
diss 'em [Chorus: Nas] HEY!! Where are, where they nooooooow, huuuhhhhhooohhh HEY!) {Aww man, make me feel like I'm back in the days with my cassette
dreamin' (Betha I love this one...endeavor, for real, Bad Boy) Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go [Verse 2] Some days I make thousands Some days
