Before and after (Matt Coban) And you don't know what tomorrow holds Can't believe we sold our souls that blind It just takes a little time To take back
pass me a six shot and I'm get turned black and work like a seventeen shot glock B.G. a raising star, pass me the guard I'm bout that war, and these
is a bully And he don't mind dying And I gotta be bright Miss sign after sign Time after time After time after time And I don't like nobody They
and supporting me So in these streets of hockey I play the goalie, Secretz to war licks, and score s**t Share between clients and homies Remember what Patcino told me Before
guns And I keep them in a safe place, just like my funds I keep all my big bills, give my wifey the ones Frontin' and I'll clap your ass and leave you
to rob and industry nigga? [50 Cents] Ill catch P and Silk The Shocker right after the Grammies And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami Run up on Timberland and
as well shine together Better now than never, business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And
all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn, 'Til the sun peels the paint and the seat covers fade and the water moccasin dies." Ruby just smiled and
flashin frosty nuts Girl if you come and take a ride with me And if you ridin with me, sit back recline in yo' seat Cause in the world where I'm from
, and we pray, pray, pray) Ooohhh! (and we pray, pray, pray) whoooo! What have we done to the world? (to the world, world, world) Look what we've done
, and nigga, better burn Then move, true to the murder mo, gladly 'Cause the haters never had to have me Want to follow fools through alleys 'Cause ready to lose and
Without expending any energy effortlessly I got a bag full of trees, Chef Boyardee And a hometown throne in the 203 Motherfuckas know They better tuck and roll Cause I'm the Master and
own way Teaching and Learning And we can work it out We'll have a warm bed We'll have some warm bread And shelter from the storm dread And we can work
So let's kick... and push... and coast [VERSE 3: LUPE FIASCO] Before he knew he had a crew That wasn't no punk And they spitfire shirts And SB dunks
bitch up and go through changes, I had gun's before guns was in fashion, I mashed out before niggas knew mashin, I knew terror before the plane started
raping his own mother, abusing a whore, snorting coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover?" You god damn right BITCH, and now it's too late I'm triple platinum and
I hate the straight jacket it aint latching, and can't lock it So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it Before me, and
