think he knows I don't think she knows I don't think they know, I bet you Say they saw I Don't think they know How could they know I don't think they
they think our mics on (WOO) These rap niggaz not like me, they too soft (yeah) Get shot down, I get up, shakin' shit off You know white collar crooks
is paid They only mad 'cause they bussin' they chops To say that I'm a millionaire because I'm cuttin' them rocks They can't *fuck* with that, and even when they think they
control) And the more girls I asked, the more I heard em say They said they want it raw, silky nigga stay away Good choice, cuz Rico don't be losin his
know (and I know) And I know (and I know) Black Sheep freak sweet styles Just like we're supposed ta Cause Dres will pull the wool Cause before Black
yellow brick gold road won't tempt me I'm not trendy [Phase Fate:] I don't believe in karma and I don't believe in hell And I'm finding it harder and
computer screen and a losing team fighting mc's in their mother's living room naked Producto plus Ghost, ghostprose unfrozen don't fake shit From earth
be your friend (They know they phony) Smi-ling fa-ces, show no tra-ces of the evil, that lurks within (They may be lurkin) You know whassup, hah! KRS
Back (The same mission black!) Yeah I'd love to meet my soulmate, but what if I don't? (Good point) I ain't dyin horny, I ain't dyin broke (No way!)
on the weak It don't depend on the color of a rag Cause if you got what they want you know they gonna take what you have Cause violence don't only revolve
bush he don't care bout us, the water risin yet he wont stare at us, cameras flashin can't believe the news we jus tryna stay alive they call it black
dressed in black, carry round a strap Kid you play me too close (slow down and catch a cap, POW!!) Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
tell the real I bust from these fo' knees Cause he sees everyone with a deal with a record company They go home, they write a rhyme, they think they
the posse ain't tellin' off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much All ya hear is the black from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't
Got the gemstars to rip 'em, hundred shots to clip 'em Bodybags they zip 'em, and we don't know a thang You hit nigga you trippin, you think it's over