You're in on a lie And we're out on the highway Dodging bullets As we're pulling half our lives behind our backs. Do you feel as perfect as you put on
if I get our way I swear you'll wish you were dead That's why you gotta get back, gotta get back home. Do you feel as perfect as you put on? Try to
straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat Verse Four: Method Man Fuck you losers, while you
, my automatic keep 'em wary Why you frontin like you really bad-ass, nigga you scary I been knowin you for years, we was high school peers, in junior
, remain strong My only fear of death is reincarnation Bustin at my adversaries like a mental patient To all my niggaz facin sixty years, sheddin tattooed tears Another suicidal on
gon' murda ya! Up in you like a hernia. You suck, I'm just confirmin' ya, nigga! If you did it, nigga, then clearly we talkin' about you! Get off the
one) When you start a intro Never try to rhyme if you don't know how to flow Cuz like a showtime crowd at the Apollo If you doo doo they'll boo you and say you
Freddy enter dream Discombumberate your technique and your scheme Four course applause, like a black dat to dat You're stuck on stupid like I'm stuck on
, that they ain't even heard of But other motherfuckers want to stand strong So you know the phrase, once again it's on [TV announcer] Top of the news
money market I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what? Think about it, shorty what you drivin' stoned by your daddy Oops, you almost had me, geesed up
2 Dope}] (Fucking you up wont let you pass, fucking you up, shot you in the ass) {Jumped out the alleyway with a muthaphucking battle axe} {12 dead bodies on
If you grew up with holes in your zapitos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin doe So fuck critics you can kiss our whole asshole If you don't like my lyrics you
Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose {*"You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing.."*} Put
Nobody can read you dudes like we do Don't let 'em gas you like Jigga is ass and won't clap you Trust me on this one - I'll detach you Mind from spirit
like Mark Mcgwire Sosa, you so so, you brown and small like Toto You're bitch made like Dorothy You belong in a soroioty, I'm a call you Cocoa Like candy
niggaz will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers but maintain when you come home the corner's ours On the
