Forty hours, away from home again My premontions, complete nonsense my fried So many reasons why, i make the same mistakes mistakes to kill, mistakes
Tell me what it is you see When you look into my eyes Am I all that you wanted that you needed And when you dream do you dream about me Cuz its simple
Ski] I'm steady creepin' while other niggas be sleepin' But fuckin' your hoes don't do nothin' but keep my beeper beepin' Deep, in the West Side on the
And we was down for hours, we was known around town Come through with the crew and break the cardboard down Heh... glide [?] Then the whole thing started with
Damn, I need her? with a loving gesture. I?m about to hit her with a ?How you?ve been? ?You don?t remember me?. (Hey.) But still I stick with a traditional
loop n the guitar but I'm the boss of the group I speak truth deep roots remain equal danger the pain in my song is crazy but the sequal is stranger Hey man I'm from
we go our separate ways I'm the one who's been hurt in this relationship I ain't happy baby, always lonely baby Cause there's so many other things you gotta deal with
cover our eyes So we are not able to see the light And differentiate wrong from right You see, the road to vanity is filled with flowers You better be
haveya head fucked up. You know I'm a big muthafucka; I might lay heavy, but I damn sho' can't go deep, baby. Let me ride that ass from front to back
em up with they own fuckin weapons And when we through sprayin (audi) then we steppin This is a lesson, to the rednecks and crooked cops You fuck with
One motherfucker from the Underground And Big Stretch buckin niggaz if they fuck around Yo why I got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch that motherfuckers got a beef with
from the underground And Big Stretch buckin' niggaz if they fuck around Yo, why ya'll got beef with police? Ain't that a bitch them motherfuckers gotta beef with
put what money in a Benz, cause bitch I'm barely broke I'm smokin bomb-ass weed feelin crucial From player to player, the game's tight, the feeling's mutual From
Mobb Sleep, Notorius P.I.G., and several other New York rappers Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever and several other corny sounding motherfuckers
up with a happy life. Blame it on the rock, but we know that's a bunch of crap someone's at the top supplying us with much crack. Keep them in a daze
Growing up as an inner city brotha where every other had a pops and a motha I was tha product of a heated lover Nobody knew how deep it screwed me and
slug for me Guaranteed to bleed deeply Now that's love Shit Nobody else could give a fuck If I'm tore down, from the floor down Six-feet deep in
