Reaching up to touch the sky, The sun, the centre of my mind. Hopes are high and time is wide, Dream of life on the other side. Take my chance to grab
Waiting for the child's first scream, Am I ready for all the weight I carry on my back? The burden is mine and mine alone to bear, And so I sit waiting
nigga, and your partners too You in beef, so that mean they got it too Now is they nuttin up, or they skettin out You gon' see when that pressure come, they gon' rat
take ya lick I done backed out, I done gave the game up The life I was living dawg, I had the change up Eventually, I would end up banged up, stressed
you lies, by sellin' you dreams And they ain't fill ins, they fiends Plus they rat, and it's too hot to chill in the sun My pops 39 years old, and still
playing fair (Uh huh) Takers say I'm the hottest thang comin' this year (No doubt, ha ha ha) In the hood niggas know, how I handle my problems I walk up
what? Act up, fire gon make ya hate me... Fuck sick shit up, move up, burn shit down, spark it up! Then ya lay down.. cause I got that fire, fire, fire
Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin noose hangin These days you can't tell who's-who in the world Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? Fuck
I don't care who you are I'll shit on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car Fuck your house Fuck your jewelry And Fuck your watch Fuck your wife Fuck your kids Fuck
Still on trial for my old endeavors Cold weather got catched trying to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Time to heat it up
Santa Claus is a fat bitch (Santa fuck you cuz your a hoe) Another year and I ain't got shit (Another year I ain't get shit) If I hear him land on my
t be waking up Ahahahaha! As for the rest of you Sit back, put on your PJ's and nighties While you hear the story entitled Out Ahahahaha! What the fuck is up
from the sky to the ground Sippin Alize, steady puffin on a pound Hollerin whoa now! Slow down, switch it up Mami don't frown, go down, heat it up
up out my face broad I'm really tryna not talk to you Talkin' bout I'm neva gonna find a girl like you You must got me fucked up [Chorus:] You must not
: [NAS] (Intro) Uhh, still out in these motherfuckin projects Still a nigga ain't never gonna get the fuck up outta here Niggaz just don't understand
bite if you dare, I get the paper so I don't care, Fly that's me The epitomy of what a real MC is supposed to be, Fucking you up everytime that I drop, Fuck
je jeah, nigga! ugh It's a Mob Figa event My nigga J. Klyde Ya bitches Ho up , or blow up ya stank bitch Jeah Yukmouth in the mutha fuckin' house ya hoes
