You're always gonna be CB from my perspective When I think about you cuz, I don't see those kids And I won't rap about the babys' momma 'cause it's not my business
Bitches like where he at, they be like there he go And this verse deserve a burial Don't cry for me this ain't motha fuckin mario Yeah, and polo isn't
people all day long Pushing, fooling and hanging on in Always messing where they don't belong When you get right down to the nitty-gritty Isn't it a
t even funny, I ain't even hungry, It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough For you to play me, it's cockamanie, You just ain't zaney enough to rock
see my influence on ya' desk At most schools I'm barred for being hardcore But your art teacher uses me to cut his cardboard Markers and pens they cool but isn't
everything fine and if it isn't We ain't lettin' everybody in our family business [Interlude: Choir] (all the, all the diamond rings, diamond rings) They don't
his car door] [T] Nigga WHASSUP nigga? Get out the car nigga! [T] Give me your jew-els, fool! [M] What, what do you want from us? [T] You and your BITCH
fronting Ayo, they don't call me Lord Finesse for nothing "It's the L-O-R-D F-I-N-E double S-E" "All the party people say isn't he something" [x2] Here
gimme more, y'all sissy's are just insecure But isn't your pops an ex-cop from in the force? Man, it doesn't change the fact that I'm immature I'm in
) I stacked bars Comin' through your system in them phat cars (uh) Cross country isn't that far It's like I'm in the race, don't know who you cats are
know the facts that with power, responsibility?s attached And the appropriate response isn?t always to react And attack the weakness of beautiful creatures 'cause we can?t
a lot of advice Quit while you're ahead, you ain't seein no bread and Don't sleep on us, you can sleep when you're dead And grateful, you didn't live
all criticism Cause a man whose wife is gettin' pimped doesn't understand her sippin' jizzm It's a profitable business to rationalize into cynicism That it's wrong but it isn't
your own business. It's kinda like the streets, but now there's a man, to tell you when you can't do it, and when you can. Your homies don't visit you
's not with you, then? FIRMIN Of course not! ANDRE We're in the dark . . . RAOUL Monsieur, don't argue - Isn't this the letter you wrote? FIRMIN And what
on you On your town Nothing you can do. Main street isn't main street anymore Lights don't shine as brightly as they shone before Tell the truth, lights don't
seekin' the beautiful money, Isn't it funny how a nigga get scared, Watch me put a forty-five to a nigga head Please don't shoot, first thing that he