I'm from a city of conflicts, criminals and convicts Livin' on the run baby only havin' fun baby She was just a friend so I never dug her A young thug
, it must be something in the air Can't help but have a good time because the feeling is there To some people the feeling is rare They're at the pad saying
my mouth is like a 9 millimeter windpipe You're a king, I'm a teacher, you're a b-boy, I'm a scholar If this was a class well, it would go right under
dissed at the top of the list So go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan, never ran, and in demand So just a Bust a rhyme It's a must cause
't talkin' about women, I'm talkin' about paper Be caught in a dilemma after the sin, already coded They're wounded, they're competition would for sure The killa must be like a
its faction I walk up to the bar smellin like the kenneth reaction Niggas reactin, like you must be outta the slacks When im un-dressed, i con-fess i act a foolery A
remember when a nigga didn't have a thang Curb surfin' on the corner each and every day (Every day) For all the people 'cause I never find a better way
Hill MTV Unplugged 2.0 You all doin' alright? You ok? I'm not screamin at ya, I'm just askin you a question. Y'all givin' me a clap. A yes is fine
ship, Poseidon Adventure You're bumpin' dentures to be cocksure There must be more coming from your mouth than manure So with a flow and a spray, I say "Hey, you must become a
all is said and done) You're a cheater and a liar Went to play with fire Boy I hope that you enjoyed your fun 'Cause you coulda been the one There'
' rumors, check the tabloids Caught a Blaze haze, maybe source hemorrhoids Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment At a show catch a microphone impalement This be a
With a little help, God willin', We'll start to find our way, Find our way back home. Livin', dyin' by the gun Must be a mad lot of fun. Kickin', stabbin
save Building for a shallow grave Must be something else we say Somehow to defend this place Everything must be this way Everything must be this way
trying to say Is that there must be a better way Even my wonder, even my fear Only amount to a couple of tears There is a rhythm, it's near and it's
You get slapped the bitchy way You can put a bunch of brawl in your voice BUT YOU DON'T SOUND LIKE ME You get J stay with your way If you beef without
time Whoever said that they must'a had they nose on tha' line I'm not even in my prime yet, a veteran in thismuthafuckin' rap shit What religion you practice, a
do the floors We work together I shop and cook and sew a bit Though mum does too i must admit I do it better At night i work in a strange bar Impersonating
Big life, you better be tough Big life, I've had enough Yeah, I got a big life, alright It certainly takes up all of my time By the way, you wanna get
