character change my nature with seven days of Opasanaf let go of the stress, man I was deeply depressed so famished in fact, I needed a rest to regenerate
and you try to hide until the repo man come and shake up dem pockets I'm talkin to you cause your rent is due and you ain't tryna drop it Til the lights
of money and the pants off of Caramel Chick she kinda thick, but I don't think that I'm a share it No [Chorus:] I'm what the business is (okay) I'm what
faithful, then fuck him too I don't trust to many niggaz, just roll with a few East New York, flooded with Bloods I took care of responsibilities before I turned
rob and bust them, you hear me I gotta dust them, off like some old books Cause they fucked around with some old crooks I'm talking bout King, I'm talking
gold and thief out the scrolls and even the buried bones Some of the worst paparazzis I've ever seen and I ever known Put the worst on display so the
converse And life moves a little faster We unify the universe And arrive in the ever after In the Mansion World, I might like to know you Now and then
if change He said he would die for you I told him I'd do the same And I seen it in his eyes - he could feel my pain I told you I had a son - you wanted
' to trail I cause havoc a mystery like Voodu magic I set the static I'm comin' barracade the barracks Disrupt your molecules I demolish crews And bruise and
know I'm comin at you I guess that's part of the game; but I feel for the nigga who think he just gon' come and change thangs With the swiftness, so get
to the set, roll a seven and eleven Hit the dice game and then... jet Them police wanna find me Because I stand on the corner all day and smoke gunji And I
top And worked my way down There'd be no reason To live forever To live forever The starvation has turned Me outside in And the wind has blown Me halfway
tryin ta have shit major And a bitch won't save ya so I ain't playin Captain Save-a-Hoe I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone I'm like Sylvester
and your motor won't move If time don't tell you then don't ask me I'm riding on a hurricane down to the sea If you can't hear the music, turn it up
I think I better let you know that I am Angie Stone Hands on the paper, things better change up I wanna sing, but I think I better hold up B.I, beehive
Pray to God I see the next, rescripture in Holy text then ask to be forgiven for premarital sex In the same breath I speak with death about the times
fight for I'm sailin' on a boat like a goat - I clear my throat When I got to Brooklyn, I was broke, so I selled coke I look in through microscope, for
s bailing I refuse to bow down, refuse to lay down Go five and turn, to let the biz, all I found [Solomon Childs:] Where the fuck is the kids crown?