drop No matter what's right or wrong They've been after him for too damn wrong YOU GET IN THE WAY YOU GET WASTED IF YOU GET IN THE WAY A Black Panther
Look what you don caused in my house Before you get pissed (the whip) get out Hook: I've got problems In my fucking house Bitch would you please Get
never truh-uh-trust a bitch Make sure I gotta silent 4-5, if this nigga snitch Get me in the fix, and I can't snitch out the mix Just gimme tree lives
nothing nice so you know you get in his way, you lose your life so reverse that, get in front of me, you lose your life I'm like a alligator crocodile, quietly I lay Then slip, get
for the money and two for the show Three for the rhyme and the way the horns blow Sorry if you missed me, now I'm back so you can all get with me, that
litter Mobbin' deep in the woods with six other niggers Yellin' at the trees like "Hey, hi mister" I'm Life Litter's official stripe getter Dig this, I'll get
my bed So theres no need for controversy, what you gotta stop is all this envy. Please don't get mad at my talent, I just wanna meet my balance. Blaze trees
the trees Down the Seven Bridges Road Now I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved
of state and all the way to Bucktown Throw down, some clowns wanna be like us Hold pounds, smoke pounds, go round, showdowns Smif-n-Wessun 'bout to blow now Explode now, get
paid my dues I don't even freestyle for free I gave em a break, flew over seas But it's kinda hard to get homie-sick when there's blue in the trees Sit
in a land where we don't belong [x2] Get out of this place Inhabitants of the children with the cheap cocaine And the playwright fate will have his way
hell I'm a 80's baby The streets raised me A bitch don't get no rougher then that Liberty City? It don't get no tougher then that Don't get it twisted
son Until we get to the trees And then keep on going all the way We've got to get right down to the sea We've got to get to the sea Oh my dear son
rest of the tribe And it looks like the ghost of Tarzan lied He went over to the other side And he rang like a bell From tree to tree Tree to tree, tree to tree
ocean, oh no) Les nouveaux riches, when they tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine they set jet away, they don't get a kick, they don't get a buzz
to hustle til dawn That's when sun came up, there's only one way up hold ya head and stay up, to all my niggaz get ya pay and weight up If it's on then
walk this way Impossible my posse dropping you, we Death Row riders No need to beg motherfucker ain't no mercy inside us Feeling blessed, the richer I get
I got my game about women from a prostitute And way back used to rap on the block for loot I tryed to make my way legit, haha But it was hard, cause rhymes
