: I once knew this brother Who I thought was cool with me Chilled out together Even went to school with me Fly nigga, my ace boon coon Used to low ride
back in the black S T S but where he's going no stress Your niggas dead, but you're thinkin bout head Fly hoes and condos Once you flip the kilos
had no doubt This is just about the time that the Ice passed out The next day I woke the girl was through Room still smokin', my legs black and blue My
shot a gay preacher I dident do my homework so i shot my teacher I dropped out the next day fuck a g.e.d Then i went and clowned the industry with ICP
we always went there) songs were long and polution strong, and the faygo always warm and flat (thats nasty) but if now if this supposed to be heaven for me, then just
sons breakin' your nose I see her once or twice now as weeks went by She'd slide by tryin' to hide the black eyes Lookin' right though, I might go for
feel worthless cause my shirts wasn't matchin my gear Now i'm just scratchin the surface cause what's burried under there Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared I went
attention, tired of playin' the role of Big Jim's wife. She had done a lot of bad things, even once tried suicide, Was lookin' to do just one good deed
nose can't be open [I may never say never] But right now it's just too many fine ladies out there to choose one from [too many ladies, ha] I'm tryin' girls out, just
now It's been a while baby, we waitin! I've just been chillin, been chillin I been in the lab writin and stuff y'know? I just been on my, y'know, knowhatI
in the bottom of her blackest basement Makes us fags for fads to keep us in our padded places Hacks a cackled crash and asked us where our scattered faith went
Just begun a game so considered a beginner Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay I'm
Piccolo night. The bartender poured herself another drink, while two drunks were watchin' the fight. The champ went down, then he got up again, then he went
of-ground people. Down at the factory, they're puttin' new windows in. The vandals made a mess of things, And the homeless just walked right in. Well, they worked here once
Nas - too real, Nas - true king It's however you feel, g'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with god I don't kill soloists only kill squads Fame went
2: Blitz] It's Blitz nigga the streets glory many die for me Got knocked, refused 3 to 9's, went to trial for me Basically I'm just reality, loaded with
delinquent juvenile. I am a product of mass produced factory fodder, Streets full of tenement blocks, rat infested filth and squalor. I left school, went
'! Strange Music Box! Got us tappin' in! Strange Music Box! Bump That slap Again! Strange Music Knocks! Back Up, Openin'! Strange Music Box! (The Black Music Box) [Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko] See once