bitter your vision When dreams don't carry through Help, I'd rather give it up for you But I don't know what to do It's so much easier for you Help,
leave I just need, someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang to a true, what could I do? Real homies help you get through And come to
but ya whole click'll still get treated shitty Business never personal I'm up before the sun come up on thai Just a ghetto star, a dropped up double-
never leave I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang through and true What could I do? Real homies help ya get through
: [Intro: George Clinton] The blind stares of a million pairs of eyes lookin' hard but won't realize that they will never see the P (You must
leave I just needed someone to believe in, as you can see It's a small thang through and true What could I do? Real homies help ya get through, And coming
people as my posse Used to have a lot of enemies with bad intentions Spreading gossip like disease, creating lots of tension People turn around when you become a star
t know if I should smile or not Or pull that ice box out of her chest and help her thaw Cause she fights like a lover, but sleeps with the enemy And asks
: They pulled the switch that sent me far Into the rich and distant stars Bounced me back into your car Returning with a smile Constantly in rotation
grown, (hook it up) It's Ice Cube and the family stone Breakin' bread every night in L.A. And I pray, for one more day that's unate (check it) It's 90 degrees no enemies
I will be thy Name, thy kingdom come I must bring out guns in the name of thy son And the Holy Spirit make my enemies feel it [Killah Priest:] Raised
they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas" Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it comin Soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies
day Goin on a quest to the thick Milky Way Walk many miles like my man Isaac Hayes Wheel up, wheel up, don't start the gunplay Easy with the feezy let
something Fly deserve Place and time is reserved, for the P-L-A-Y-A, Mr.I-B-N stackin' ends on that paper chase Searchin' for a shooting star, Wonder
clashes to the side The hunger and pain i must survive Still i can feel the smell Of my enemies blood and hear their cries for help A glance from an
iciness, a sickening of the heart Edgar: It's true you don't look well, Roderick but I am your friend no matter the occasion or position of the stars
on they way to Graceland But they don't scare me, I'm in the trunk, I ain't sorry Natural born killer, who slept with the enemy' Think quick, what should
