do is wrong (Well I was doin? the same things) Selling out so that you know it all feels the same (Well I was doin? the same thing.) My whole life you
kill or buy you a ring... aint love a funny thing? I knew there was something wrong, i was just to scared to say it I knew one day you would finally
want to be a postar! SIT BACK DOWN..!!" But never the less, i quit went ahead and progressed, had my eyes on a goal and wouldn't settle for less What
mami with the doobie Cutie, smellin like Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing
anguish Gave you reasons why they say the fame will change us It's most common amongst entertainers Rappers and athletes, how can you blame us? Runnin' round crazy, saying I ain't the same
Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about This dialogue is without Worth, content, significance Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things
motherfuckers tryin' to do What you're doin' right here, right now Same color, same style Tryin' to claim worldwide And ain't traveled but one mile In
wages, until I'm famous for resurrecting our cave language And for saying, "Same shit, different toilet..." The game ain't about who talented It's about who soundscannin now them same
are real roudy niggaz all my real niggaz ride with your boy one time [Verse One: Ras Kass] Lyrically I smoke who ever it may concern Even wearing a twenty one
's faces full of fright and fear I slam dunk a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a platinum fame In the game things'll never be the same
Tiaka, half-Phillipine thing For now, let's call her Suki, got me this booty bangin Properly, in Versace pants, cocky bow-legged stance A thing of beauty
one's clever This one's free but it's your favorite I hate more's the pity Lined up in a row Like little dolls, like bungalows The reasons look the same
However you look at things they do change It's not the same conversation It's not the way that it was There'll be one less tear tomorrow There'll be one less
thing's that we're abusing Pity the city, for the people livin' out on the streets Yo we homeless, the homeless need to eat There's no progress for the rest God bless for less
I bet you'll love it, I ain't askin' for much Listen to me, I wanna be a legend one day, that way I can be put in the same category with Barry White
