(feat. Live Squad, 2Pac) [Background voice:] "Impossibbbbbbbblllllleeeeee, take your love from me" [Verse 1: E-Money Bags] I thought the Earth saw,
you Bone the same bitch and catch the same disease with' you If it don't go down like that then they ain't your friend [Verse 1: E-Money Bags] You can
it runs in my fam Cross roads, cross breeds, cross over weak mc's Horse man will always shine, never waste my time [E Money Bags] Crime relation got
t know me all that jealousy shit new enemy shit had me thinkin' on some foul shit, takin' a risk. [Verse 2: E-Money Bags] Money Bags, the mafioso type
I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA I got your bags packed, you gotta leave, SEE-YA I got your bags packed, I got your bags packed You gotta
know Let the roof burn, Let the girls love, Let the heat flow Let the world turn, Let the curbs up, Cats Van Bags Yo! (Brother Ali) Knock eyes with a
Panda gang, Violent dance (x4) Panda got used to eat Just the best eucalypto leaves (x2) They ate all the eucalypto leaves Dancing a raging calypso
And these neon lights just burn our eyes, while dead air?s filling our lungs. We slave away our lives instead of dancing in the remains of this forgotten
smoke pot the color of a Apple Jacks box, I rap but I sold crack rock, And had the block jumpin' like the frog on the honey smacks box, You dig 'em? Body bags
you now It's a lonely, lonely place [BRIDGE] [CHORUS:] Hey, pack'd my bags, put 'em at the door Hey, pack'd my bags, put 'em at the door Hey, pack'd my bags
(We not goin to JC Penney's, we not goin to Macy's either) [Chorus: Daniel Wallace] Shopping bags they weigh down her arm Popping tags and collars her
[Ladybug] The Bloom, the Swoon, the Sugars on your block The Planets land in flesh in the corners of New York The ghetto, the meadow, the Mr. Butter
We put our heads in bags for you We go out of our way to help We put our heads in bags for you We go out of our way to help There's nothing but the
Light greets me But it?s too overwhelming Held and passed With words and laughs Why do these arms feel so familiar? Brother, take my hand! You guide
Non fiction don't believe me that chances I have to take betrayal at its best is always second guessed Try I am healing the pressure so give me a reason
(feat. Hot 97) [Game: whispering] Its Murder [The Game: talking] Is 07 shit We runnin' through summers in dual hummers and tell them my crew coming
pink plastic bags Blowing on a highway alone They don't know where they'll go They just gonna float out Hoh oh oho oh There just little pink plastic bags
