her wings Now it's only trouble, all these things Now it's only trouble, tears fall from her wings Now it's only trouble, now it's all these things
where you're from it's where you're in the mentals And if not yo, credentials are essential I see reality, few things surroundin me Three like a spread
dollar and I turn that bitch into five And all I need is one more, to get things started Get retarded, and once you -- I'mma fix these artists Take 'em
off contacts Don't compare me to these rappers cause we took the same route Battled a million cats just to get our name out Matter fact take em all,
done All About them Prophets, Three Six Mafia, yeah we in the game Ridin' nothin' but clean ass Lexus, and Suburban thangs [D.J. Paul] Keepin' all Anna
the children have been scarred, no ones here to care bout em And fash out, to all the rappers that helped out Yea we like it they callin y'all, but fuck
I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hoes Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos Price sizing for
the words that I say, if you hear 'em clearly They comin' from, the Fathers heart, please feel me [Chorus] [Verse Three] God bless all people in nations, 'cause we was all
so I [Chorus] [Verse Three: Will Smith] Block 'em out, ignore em, wave 'em off Don't pay these jokers no mind, wave 'em off They just all mad cause
Clorox bottles Customers screaming, then the faggot ran out of hollows I had to show him what it's all about Next thing you read in the paper "A man who
fall off and rap about my clothes and chains Gripping grain and popping trunks, dog but that ain't me These elbows hit the scene back in eighty-three
you wanted me to be shall we take a spin again no witnesses this time is fixed 737 is you won't feel a thing begging until you give it up insane fish
like a criminal the only thing you can become Look at what I became, something like a phenom, nuttin' but a g-thang Things I've seen when I'm looking out of these
gates o' hell It ain't where you're from it's where you're in the mentals And if not yo, credentials are essential I see reality, few things surroundin me Three
baby on the Appalachian Trail At six months old he'd done three months in jail He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet All he said
understand the sweet thing you do All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby All I'm thinkin' about is you All I'm thinkin' about is you, baby All I'm thinkin
infamy XL shitting on niggaz like Kool G. Rap did all the cats in the First Symphony That's all you'll get from me Do all it separately cus the best MC
