love. Tell me is there a plan to work this out. I need someone to dream about. Bring my eyes to something new. I'm tired of never caring about you. I'm a rock
and swallow cum I'm God-son, the rose of salvation Product of the ghetto, I'm the street's creation I'm move like vampires, only at night Hand grip like
of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*) That
black hole For this black soul Shit is outta control I'm fighting for my position To be a fetus in this world I am entering [echo] And my face is
fun I represent the east baby, that's where I'm from I'll smoke you on the mic, and blacken your lungs I keep my girls close like I'm packin a gun By
a red shirt, stumblin' in a problem Ten cats with blue shirts, each one of 'em Lugered out with clips filled to the brim with hollow points Cuz I'm on
convicts My style is unorthodox, Fifty-two hand blocks Rock your snot box, Then slice your throat with a cyanide ox I rose with Black Knights, A military
Hitler flew in today They'd send a limousine anyway I'm the all night drug-prowling wolf Who looks so sick in the sun I'm the white man in the Palais
but this version's much cleaner (I'm searching for Mary Jane, man have you seen her?) Yeah, I found love on a two way street Now I'm bout to roll her
, AMB did that, I wrote em' on the internet they never wrote back, Don't they know that I got flow I spit dope raps, I rock shows at my house in front
Apani] Yo I know who I am where I been what I'm doin' Things I see make me king take my ?? and zoom in Pursue the first place attack with grace Add a
I'm rebuilt I'm hot Top notch, man fuck the pot shots We got a leg up on the competition like hopscotch I'm nice I'm sayin' it twice I repeat like a pen
crowd Breaking mikes, putting down for the top of my town Because I'm bold and I'm cold, you just wait till I'm old I'm the reason that the north is
Breaking mikes, putting down for the top of my town Because I'm bold and I'm cold, you just wait till I'm old I'm the reason that the north is how post
) I'm always strapped, worthless in a world that won't change I could catch a body in a ?wiffle? board [Chorus x4] Every joint I rock, Every line you
jersey journalists I'm never home but answer pages on a pay phone On Central, or bouncers smoking ounces in a rental I haul ass like Flash, til I pass
Take a head spin, life's a high and then you die You might die peaceful, you might die tragic My life's like magic, rock Bentleys through traffic Before I see a
