I was born right here on randolph st. in freehold Here, right behind that big red maple in freehold Well, I went to school right here, got laid, and had
with a woman in black And they stood without any word Just staring at a photograph of someone And she began to cry for a boy left behind in the war Some
like the cry infinite The tear we shed grow to fruit til' the eye replenish The industry wanna try to give my rhyme a sentence Behind bars with my rhymes
Man that shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT! [GAME] 300 Bars and Runnin Just
shit sound like some Vanessa Williams '88 I mean Olivia cute but they say that bitch a man So this Black Wallstreet for life now GGG-UNOT! [The Game] 300 Bars and Runnin Just
Baby this is real shit my record sell slow imma show you my dick (reapets 7x) [The Game] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that I'm gas
'all fuck that Young Gun shit Cause Chris is a snitch, even they know that On the stand pointin now look where Spado at Stuck behind prison bars, dealing
you dead and gone, Some niggaz just don't get it, 'til you at the throne. Niggaz can't fuck with me nigga! 100 Bars, nigga! I do 100 bars every muthafuckin
Learn to be still You just keep on runnin' Keep on runnin' Tequila Sunrise It's another tequila sunrise Starin' slowly 'cross the sky, said goodbye He was just
won't do So you shouldn't judge me [Lil Ron] It's getting harder now I just don't understand Why the people in the world disgrace the black man All
? It's just an intro Hate it or love it, like it bump it or dump it Writing, across the stomach spell God son Life is like a jungle black it's like the
the odds I'm just trying to beat the odds I'm just trying to beat the odds They say one out of ten blacks we go die behind bars Say we was born in the
[Intro: 50 Cent] Baby this is real shit my record sell slow I'm show you my dick [x7] [The Game:] Hit a breakdown No 400 bars yet, I don't need that
s greatest diamond heist playin a tune by Otis Redding Icicle cones hang from the ceiling just like stalagmites Time to throw on a skully and tying a rag tight Throwin light went
cry in'finite The tear we shed grow to fruit til the eye replenish The industry wanna try to give my rhyme a sentence Behind bars with my rhymes diminished
We're just, vibin Groovin, vibin We're just, vibin Groovin, vibin Verse Two: Craig Mack (Puff Daddy in the background) [That's right] Just move it
everything goes black i woke up in the back of a squad car handcuffed until they threw my a** behind bars i never claimed to be an angel, i just makin