sympathize The Smile Has Left Your Eyes The Smile Has Left Your Eyes And I've become a rolling stone I don't know where to go or what to call my own
skins or motherfucking ballin Hanging with my crew on the Peakskill plain I throw my shit when laying a bitch so get off my dick Trick, you know my style
a Slob it's the fifth of the month Blue rag on my head, on my side, on the front Blue Pumas on my feet, blue khakis on my ass Black Glock in my hand just
on my hand They see that lot behind the mansion, for my chopper to land Plus my c.d. on the rack, selling out back to back Led to my picture in the Source
headin' for the hot spot snappin' his fingers clappin' his hands And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand And
only here for fun (chorus) Rosalita jump a little lighter, senorita come sit by my fire I just want to be your lover ain't no liar, Rosalita you're my stone
maddest, I'm Gone With the Wind Because it is, survival of the fittest when the shit hits the fan I got my shank in my hand Black man with the permanent
do is Bust our chrome, well, well, well [Buddha Monk:] And where we at? Brooklyn, what we do? Get it pumping Sell those hard things to make my lump margin So stand back, don't get in my
it never bothers me, In One Ear, and right out the other, people talkin' shit, they can kiss the back of my hand Now i know i'm not a saint, i been a sinner all my
let you know you dealing with dogs My villians will finish you off Head in your chest brain Dead on the van on the express way While I got my hand in
's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and It's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and It's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and
and 05's guys we close eyes (close eyes) Never seen a man cry, 'til I seen my hand bys [Chamillionaire:] If you leavin stupid messages on my answering
I'm switchin speeds don't get fatigued Y'all behind the line, y'all chasin me Y'all finna see my energy so ya get off my back and let a playa breathe
Invading my privacy its just a wheeze an you push me to use my nine Now he's gone an dead an I got the feds to the rolling know my back Nowhere to run
feel Feel like I got the The whole world in the palm of my hand And I'm just riding the vibe Like mass trans-it's crazy One CD, y'all love me If my sophomore
woe And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet May, Dressed in grief Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand