Justify What you did wrong to me Your love drunk your blined you've lost the ones who loved you most this liars on fire melted like wax a mess it grows
t appreciate is how these niggas be hatin' me What is it is it the car is it the jewels Is it the shoes Or do you want to see what a nigga gone do I know
bout, "Where is the quaaludes?" What you say fool? Where in the hell is the search warrant? No feedback is what he uttered, before he screamed "Nigga
don't get bitter... I just get better And a verse is just a verse for me I keep it generic and these niggas take it personally If I was in a room and
this kid deserve this, born into a right mess, the sad thing is he's not the only one. I'm sure that he hate it, but he tolerates it, the boy can't choose
for the vote We come flying out the dark with a triple moonsault I through a snowball so hard it replaced your eye It melted and left a fuckin hole and
the drain A rainbow then the clouds come out we do it again Everything evens up, you just wait Even a garbage can gets a steak You ain't even a garbage
: Black is Gold is pure And true kings of this Earth. 1. So I say it?s up to us to straighten out this mess... We got to go through Hell... And then
so we rolled in the indoe as if the kid didn't know he's lookin' through the windoew yo while we tryin' to hide it to make a boy grow to be ignorant
a rumor weed (he's a rumor weed) A tiny little story is all i need to make a big mess (he's a rumor weed) (So what is a rumor?) Starts as a story maybe
is the enemy, believe me, I'm talkin Jail is hell and a cell is a coffin Made of steel This is the real deal (That's how it is in here, man)
: So we're alone again tonight, I read a book, you watch the fight A stifled yawn, a can of beer, what an enthralling atmosphere And yet the sight of
he grow up to be nuttin but a gangsta Or be there in jail or some other shaker But now he's grown up to be a surprise D-A-Z got a hit record slangin world