Should a nigga plan a hit Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with Call my nigga Project Pat
There floats a phantom On this slum's foul air A shape to eyes with the gift of seeing into the spectre of endless plight face to reshape, vanity fleeting
It's true, can't buy a knuckle game in the stores Makin movies like your name is Faye Dunaway To hear the rumor echo in the project's hallway You want
hands steelrose restricted rights scorched soul my heart ignites too much pain too much utilize too much time too much sacrifice Steelrose - vanity overdose
it didn't know 'Cause you're too loud, too loud, too loud Yes you're too loud, too loud, too loud Smile across the front page, watch the cover spread Vanity
lace em Fried broiled with basil, taste em, crack the legs way out of formation, it's horizontal how I have em fuckin me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity
steals for the chief, the Tall Man, the High Priest Imagine me and U.G. sipping from the ?Sea of Gallallee? To wash away vanity and keep our sanity Humanity
for It's true, can't buy a knuckle game in the stores Makin movies like your name is Faye Dunaway To hear the rumor echo in the project's hallway You
thought it didn't know 'Cause you're too loud, too loud, too loud Yes you're too loud, too loud, too loud Smile across the front page ... across the spread Vanity