spot The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I'm a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already! Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face
spot The psycho-analyst is lookin at me like I'm a crackpot Now sit back and relax - I'm doin that already Please keep your hands steady - Why? - Your face
club, buyin' up all the champagne, high on rich nigga drugs Never knew, someone was scopin' me, gettin' close to me Tryin' they best to get a hold of me
aim? a presidential campaign like Ross Perot, he lost it though but he got a billion in da bank for show oh me I'm po' and you like me but I don't like
is costing your life renewal I bring about a change meanin I'm about as strange as they come I come from the depths and wish they slept none son I am I was I be because I'm me
what?) but he made is hard for me. (Why, man?) Cause she, she won't let me fucc. She won't let me fucc. (Aw, give it to me baby.) I really need to bust
song is dedicated to all wack rappers And all the wack people that like and buy they wack music I think you crazy If you like Jay-Z Don't Change Clothes Change
what?) but he made is hard for me. (Why, man?) Cause she, she won't let me fucc. She won't let me fucc. (Aw, give it to me baby.) I really need to
hit, with an E.M.P. It reminds me of the days when we lived as slaves They just denied the migrant workers, federal aide And people tell me poverty, doesn
the maze Never let 'em see me when I'm down, never let 'em see me with a frown Even when the game beat me to the ground, I get up and go another round
Nigga, we lace niggaz like boots [Andre Nickatina] I'm not a damn fool I live like Babe Ruth Bay slang, and I'm doin my bay thang Make change, get bread
it by the look on all my homie's face Ignore distractions Baby complainin' that I'm a player she can die with me now and she can live with me later In
funny Actin hoish and sharin eachother clothes The game runnin the clothes, your bottom be chose And jealous, cause I'm doin it rockin, these shows Suppose the game change
Time has Been cruel to me lately Its been playing tricks on me again It hides every piece of the puzzle I find them but it's too late by then I hear
and counter with knuckle plated steel [Hook: Sara Kana x2] Face-to-face stand offs Spot Me on the frontline everyway you look I'm closin' in Hand-to-hand combat Spot Me
I'm a bastard To the world they don't know me as an angel I'm runnin' my game I'm doin' my thang and you want me to change well, It ain't gonna happen
to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, When you see me in the streets Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know