scalpel, we need to make an incision This is no little cut, this is a big decision When you feel like you know that your life It's a big no Well this is
, we need to make an incision This is no little cut, this is a big decision When you feel like you know that your life It's a big no Well this is worse
P is what's up We in the cut, Brownsville is heatin' it up (COME ON) [Lil' Fame] Yo your ego, why still spit lines that your bitch Play C low, and spit
with it Tupac? [Tupac] Yeah where the motherfuckin thugs at? Throw your motherfuckin middle finger We gonna do this shit like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings
playin fuckin around Youse a little bitch.. Youse a bitch-ass nigga, smack your fuckin skullies off You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin lesson yet? Count your blessing
your man ain't sauce like this He can wear 10 Rolexes, that nigga still be a trick While every word I bless you with 'll have you light-headed and make your
the motherfuckin thugs at? Throw your motherfuckin middle finger We gonna do this shit like this I thank the Lord for my many blessings, never stressin
in your bless, leave you laying on the deck fuck your bullet proof vest son, I'm aiming for your neck Now your beautiful jugular is soaking up my rug '
all goes down, baby, All We Got Is Us [Verse 2: C.L. Smooth] You tell 'em this is history in the making, avoiding disasters This run is for the green
the place where the cook spits This is where I was when the bomb dropped Hiding from the uninvited onslaught I've seen people who don't believe in sleep count
I do You don't like how I'm livin', well ( *scratch* ) you This is hip-hop and I'm in it My man Rhett will cut you up in a minute With a cut, stab [?]
' fuckin' around Youse a little, bitch Youse a bitch ass nigga, smack your fuckin' skullies off You niggaz ain't learned a fuckin' lesson yet? Count your blessing
the motherfuckin thugs at? Throw your motherfuckin middle finger We gonna do this shit like this I thank the lord for my many blessings, never stressin
I hope im never that poor nigga seein blood, runnin Cant bleed cuz the shots took away half your tummy On your knees beggin Lord please not now Knock on wood, count your blessings
, you better count your blessings When you got C.L. now you got bad boy, your connections In return, while we live and we learn then you know what it is
shelter you horny little pale raccoon wearing three chains And I'll give you some more stupid sayings to put in your keychains (chorus with variations 2x) [drums cut
get your fill Your time is running out You're getting carried away because no one cares about your fame I see the dagger in your name Deny your roots
