to bed and you fall asleep, fall asleep, not me, we go to bed and I lie awake, lie awake and float out the window and down the street, over the bridge and
they got melatonin And their skin don't burn Meanwhile, my face is glowing and I felt Like I'm on fire And the entire time you're just laughing at me And snapping at me
the nigga 'Pac felt when he made "Me Against the World," "All Eyez on Me" Y'all niggaz got me feelin like all eyes on me, me against the world Mmm, y
dig it, I did it for fun I that nigga who comes, check and see ya ex and skeet Can't remember me cause I stay on the tip of her tongue I make the bitches
jism, like school lunches Need her to take cat beatings and throw punches (Big Boi) Like a swarm of locusts, no hocus-pocus You wanna approach us, buzzards and
and DJ Clue Aquamini and Roc-A-fella I got the doo-wops and the fellas Fuck the Haters and the Heathers Like my flows and ho's alike Cuz everything is
it down and sent it hopin' we would rap with us, track splittas, Waited, and none of his people got back with us We kept callin' and they finally answered
brothers, yo we one and the same 'Til one fateful afternoon when everything changed One day playin Punch Out up and came doom The house started shakin and
the fuck away from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and
Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and bacon, Mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions
pen and pixel make violence more graphic Take raw coke, cook it crack and saran wrap it One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic One muthafuckin' verse and
brothers, yo we one and the same Till one faithful after when everything changed One day playing punch out up in Kiv's room The house started shaking and
Give it to me And we really want the whole world to see How it goes We want your mind to blow, baby When you free your mind and let it float Let me
? [Bizzy Bone] Me killa with a street sweaper, when I reap and put in much work much dirt, Puttin' the bullets in the turrets and umm.. wit' a me Tech
die over punk shit Small talk, a lotta dumb shit And only God knows when you punch the clock Thought he was bulletproof and got shot It's either heaven or hell, him or me
me that because of the sh-t thats been thrown at me or am I just a little snappy and they genuinly care Doody, most of my life its just been me and you there and
rip like this Punchaneller, Punchaneller I guess It's DJ Clue Aquamini and Roc-A-fella I got the blue box and the feathers Fuck the hatas and the hellas
face and gave me a rock I tried to give it back and said I'll take nothin' instead Turned around and walked away and felt the rock peg me in the head