The truth from me You look so miserable The eyes that provide you with Sight can retell the story Come close I almost Have seen the end Is it your destiny
of trouble [Jay-Z Verse 3] Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adreneline rush Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush And you in a drop your
by, Like shit happenin' every day out there that you don't know 'bout Everytime you call home your baby momma show out, And your partners don't even send
the infinite First line of defense to smash through the immigrants Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin Close the curtain, shut down your whole
it all in 3 seconds, Ya digg, That is a guarantee apparently and please tell your defense don't ever man to man with me, double team triple team, your
' on the outcome Free Tupac, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive
Free 2pac is all that's on that nigga's mind But at the same time it seem they tryin' to take mine So Ima' get smart and get defensive and shit And
least resistance I had my game to play I had the skill and more the hunger Easy to get away Pity the child with no such weapons Do defense No escape
, is all that's on a niggaz mind But at the same time it seem they tryin to take mine So I'ma get smart, and get defensive and shit And put together a
bed-in, for peace of the world, stay in bed, grow your hair. Grow your hair. Okay, good night. Now it's time to say good night, good night, sleep tight
your own good ride, right, right These are the geto highlites To the niggas who smokin' indo chocolate, tired of stress Niggas, who got warrants out for their arrest Be your own good
so mean Catch me at the game sitting next to Goldestein Kobe Bryant Nikes, purple gold strings, Kobe in the game dunking on your team Black Mamba, attack conquer Basketball beast, rap monster Crossover good
me you ain't messing with my Dougie (Dougie) [2x] They be like Smooth you know you gotta rip on the remix I'm telling these guards better work on your defense
The rap game like a St. Louis verses New York battle, nobody won A bunch of fuckin 2's and 3's like zone defense [Joe Budden] [sighs] Please get at dudes
your clock with a glock Sick of niggaz screamin' they hot but really they not Beatin' you all to the ground like six L.A. cops Put your fist up in the
, to leave y'all with bloody red turbans Screamin "Jihad!" while y'all pray to a false god We ready for, all out war, it's time to settle the score Grab
my words right she'll stay over (yo what's your name) Spend the night and tightly I will hold her (give her a squeeze) Love is like a game of draw poker
