We're moving slow passing accidents and we're singing to the ambulance saying oh my god i don't care about the car and oh my god i don't care at all
I'm sorry dear i haven't been sleeping because when i have i woke up and thought it was winter i'm sorry love for leaving you out my head is an empty
Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar I make
the mix I guess he thought he could of been gotti in the flix But at this point I'm just pocking a body with a stick Now a days rapping is a childrens
: Hustler, word, I pull the trigger long, Grit my teeth, spray till every nigga's gone. Got my block sewn, armored dope spots, Last thing I sweat's a
you think I'm scary now, shiiit I look like frankenstein thats been slaped with ugly yet children hug me on halloween theyyyyyyyyy every halloween they want to be meee theyyyyyyyyy every
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mac I supply it now My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats Couple of 5's,
we respect his cake And cake mean his stock, net gross Young kids step it up, go for the most New cameras in police cars takin pictures New hustlas gettin new street figures And US embassies overseas almost every
angels want you dead know unity is power but wisery divides and in time of crisis, everybody watch its own business Every man to his Mafia, every man
smokin less than I did befo' You see the kid was broke till I spitted vivid expressions of hard livin Ghetto children, of a lesser god, religion was fast women, expensive cars
pave the way for a woman in a? man?s world Life happened, house, kids, 2 cars, husband hits tha jar, Cheques that don?t go very far now Now she in it
Hustler word I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka
see how a town could be brought to it's knees By the armoured cars and the bombed-out bars And the gas that hangs on to every breeze Now the army's installed
to pave the way for women in a man?s world But life happened, house, kids, two cars, husband hits the jar Cheques that don?t go very far now Now she
Town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do we go from here? Now that all of the children
it down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mac I supply it now My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats Couple
our candles at both ends And we've had some children Who look just like the way we did back then Oh but we're all grown up now, all grown up None of
if Hip Hop was never born? Let me make this clear, just the thought of it definitely brings me tears Now that would be something No scratching, no cutting Now Listen, No cars