x2] I can't see it y'all, it's like that y'all I can't see it y'all, I got the light y'all I can't see it y'all, it's like that y'all But that's alright
To see me rock the microphone And you can't get loose Won't get it on Sucka ass Shoulda just kept ya ass home 'Cause most bros that I know Be up in the
singing] I can't find no reason why we can't all live in peace 'Cause this world keeps spinning, yet still I wonder what's the reason I see people hating
past the globe, get ready Rock steady, 98 to outbreak Is it ya life that I take, is it money that I make I cut you like beef steak I'm still on the run
I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen whether rappin' or clappin' have it your
part, amazingly smart Big Pun forever You ain't understand how I push your wig back quick A little quiet nigga wouldn't think I did that shit I'm from
I can sit on my ass or just imagine The madness I did on my path and paint the canvas When I wake up, I look into the mirror I can see a clearer vision
girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen
gettin' stronger See I've been on one, I thank god 'Cause life in the city of stars is gettin' hard And it's odd, for a G to get a job So I'd rather
won't allow that So brother man, I don't wanna bust you But if you don't know the Devil, gee, I can't trust you Knowmsayin', man? You just can't brothers
when I'm getting a sammy Davis junior award, fans applaud For me, erick onasis, top dog The money folder, I'm like don king's promoter Ya'll can't see me I
all know No, I can't find no reason Why we can't all live in peace 'Cause this world keeps spinning Yet still I'm wondering what's the reason I see
even then its's odd When I flex my squad and dodge your whole charade Don't you watch I'm too posh off your whole platoon Ain't no position you can't assume "It
out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman It's still Aftermath, two feet in the paint shit. I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I
out of G-Unit and I rebounded like Rodman It's still Aftermath, two feet in the pentition I be mad, I ain't, I'm supposed to stop I can't because I'm
it ya life that I take, is it money that I make I cut you like beef steak I'm still on the run, my uzi ways a ton Because I'm Flipmode Enemy #1 One,
and a girdle comin out of B-W-I (in school) I hated algebra but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga Big I'd be multi before I die It's gonna happen