here in a way, way And no i don't know how it feels (how it feels) But i feel it here in a way, way Here in a way, yeah Here in a way, yeah
a way, way And no i don't know how it feels (how it feels) But i feel it here in a way, way Here in a way, yeah Here in a way, yeah
quick to peel a bitch Whether it's a nigga or a hoe, a hoe get in my way, then that ass gots to go Cause a nigga steady plottin I serves hit for hit,
awareness Losing time A lapse of perception Losing time Wanting to escape She had created a way to survive She learned to detach from herself A behavior
COPY? You COPY? [Chorus] {*sound of radio changing stations*} [Tony Yayo] Shady, Shady! {"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist"} [Eminem] It's "The Re-Up!" {*echoes
take another vaca' On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode His way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for good But any day you know a nigga
You played us, as both a cancer and a cure Which reminds me that it's just a game You're alibi - a sales pitch Your pretty boy, pretty face dolled up again A
of my lungs a nigga be blowin, spittin his game Comin up on ya from the South, the A-T-Liens aint changed Cooler than most players claim to be A nigga
ya, surely I adore ya [Hook] [Big Gipp] Gipp, a 2002 ho-bo Whatcha ticket say 2A ya going my way Went from Ragtime buddy to a cakewalk stage Didn't
: I couldn't understand why you left me standing here flickering out like a candle in the wind the memories are laced with shame there's no intention
DESCRETE IN THE TREES THEIR NIGHTSIGHT LIGHTS UP THE SKYLINE IN GREED THE HOWLING FAR AWAY CAN BE HEARD A WOLF SHOT DOWN BY A HUNTER IN THE DIRT EXPLODE
wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist A lot of glamour and glit's, but shawty I don't need that My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'ma son of one Taught
yeah.. bangin.. come on.. yeah.. look.. [Xzibit] Huh, Stay in my lane like a hustla Never hate a motherfucker,tolerate a motherfucker To a certain extent
can see the pain in my eyes, fuck a disguise, I wear it on my shoulder like a bass, Causin' casualties like M*A*S*H, Been a soldier in the truest sense
Turnin' racist generals into pulp non-fiction Circumcision the "G" way Murder the D.A. Hit 'em with hollow slugs, show him no lee-way [Chorus: x2] It
z fact not non-fiction I'm truly living this ghetto legacy, it was blast for me wen the source neglected the don killuminati can shoot a stri lyric unease
you, meet me your way If your ready tonight I wanna play See how it feels how we do, now that I am right here alone with you Take me, your arms here
another vaca' On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rode His way out the hood and I pray that I stay out for good But any day you know a nigga could