strap hollerin', "Nigga what you said?" That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap People out that project say Juvenile you did that? That iron again
you You can't find it on the shelf Just let the world know That you're ready for show Count 3 and let go Before you turn around and go home Turn around
Of our loss, stop wearin' the cross, do for self, kill that "Yes, sir, boss," and when you do, from the other you won't beg Can't you see my brother, you
but never Stan Get it through your head and dont ask me again Box cutter, blade runner nigga rap till you sweat Have you ever read the book called "The
go back in time (Let's go) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in time Feels like I (Y'all remember self destruction) I wanna, go back in time (Where all the
again to go and win this paper chase I've been watching you man I'm proud of you man You're growing up to be the best man that you possibly can I know you
there it goes again. Panic attack. [x8] So what you drinking? So what you popping? So what you eating? So what you dropping? So what you smoking? So what you
a little CPR You makin faces like you should of played the lead guitar You ain't an MC, you an MC's wardrobe Freak of culture like a white girl with cornrows Go
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
the edge and I fell) Oh you're so insightful, let me remind you To twist and break me, should make you worried (Long way to go and you're right there
to make moves when you're ready and able Sometimes you feel alone and you just simply go for self And you don't care about anybody else You say "Look
's pop Flypaper, do it again, do it again Do it again, can he do it again? Do it again, do it again Do it again, can we do it? Yeah, you see it everyday
Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump
. You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me You don't You don't You don't see me
what a sap I was [Roxie Hart] You double-crosser! You big bluffer mouth! You promised you'd stay... [Amos Hart] What're you talking about? You've been
you sound Like a real bitch right now the pound I gave you I knew I shouldn't have gave you Before you was a hoe now you think the money made you
Slow motion better than You love to hear the story again and again About these young brothers from the City of Wind Like juice and gin in the city,
know a place we can go and I'm falling Love so hard that you wish you were ten I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away I've hear your stairs