known Are you on fire from the years What would you give for your kid fears? Secret staircase, running high You had a hiding place Secret staircase, running low
off the tents See, they rent cars and jewels to fool you In the video, actin' like, that's how they really flow But only a low percentage know Only five
: This song is for my mama, This song is for you. Hey Mr. President, Tomorrow I?m paying my rent My Fuel is runnin? low And I?ve got places to go Quit
night parasite Wake me up at noon Copped himself an attitude Down at the Red Dog Saloon Quick laid, masquerade Gets the young boy up tight Low rent, Jack
streets so hope i don't pay that price (pray for me) They got the nerve to tell me to press my breaks (what?) And If i do then how will rent get paid? (
at night A lot of people might laugh at this But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it Ain't no sunshine when you're low I'm low People tell me life
you about a four-walled, sleazy, sunk speak-easy Low below the thieves and streets Welcoming you into a four floor descent Where even good boys need rent
Height shit Is you life thugged out Benji style shit While you wanna front on your white style shit Praisin all your dough on some real bullshit I cops the high rent
dropping names she's weak Trickin' off this bitch is lost Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick
mood. Come to the concert, pay no fees Get your shirts, free CD's Stickers, posters, what you need? A little bit of herb, but stay low key. No stress
: [Verse 1: Obie Trice] You got money For you to come out, it's best I pack a gat the size of a rat in south west When I get low I get dough So it's
shit My nine mm on my waist, shit I'm a problem Shoot up your place shit Let a few go Then I get low Blazing Haze again The Masters, The Wall Street War
named desire Came in rhyming, Ye' came throught the wire But at the crossroads, Bone thugs inspired 1st of the month, crunk to the buyers Rent too paid
murder, we movin' like NARCs, go-carts Throwin' Sports Illustrated darts and watch Get the blade rent money, fuck your fade apart Depart when you see Starks, duck low
shop My video shop If you want to escape, I can rent you a tape To relieve your situation If you feel a bit low, I got a good peep show 'Cos everybody
my habit until they rest my head [Chorus] [x2] [Verse 3] Which one of ya'll can I holla at when it's time for me to pay rent And who you think gone
's my habit until they rest my head [Chorus] [Repeat 2x] [Verse 3] Which one of ya'll can I holla at when it's time for to pay rent And who you think
Man you niggas barely pro, I don't even practice no more Aye shawty I was gettin' dough when you was rappin so-so When you barely had flow I had crack for the low