Esse lugar, ja nao me faz lembrar Dos momentos que esperei, dos segundos que perdi Se o ar, que eu quero respirar, nao vai me fazer bem Prefiro ficar
the south Shut your mouth, shut your do you little freak ass hoe I'm bout tired of all this damn east and west coast shit Especially when other niggaz
other, i find that interesting style can often out weigh the subject, so when the disc changer goes from guns to space, it is not an attempt to fake credibility
gave me work, home on credit You think that I'm comin back? Tch, black he can forget it Cause I got moves to BAKE, no time to be FAKE Bad enough gotta
You told me the other day I dont know how you feel Its been 5 months, I been driving you crazy You told your friend the other day you was havin my baby
I pack the house, I pack the party, all the God's know that We like Democrats, politican on a batch I spit raps, I comb my hair like God Then hit other
your face in a photograph pinned up on my wall dropped a disc on the phonograph sang the words to it all pick up the pieces and run away I feel so numb
I'ma keep it on the real, bout this Hogging life Everyday we chasing scrill, trying to ball for life Keep the money on my mind, number one all time Other
it You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick So you ain't dismissed until both sets of lips kiss It's the mother number one the phunky Phillified The
its time to see who's who Sometimes I wonder how much longer it will take until people start to realise that the law is but a fake But across the world
be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Hard Drive" Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke Did I mention that my momma was his number one hoe?
games, exchange fake names Paint pictures of lust using both our frames Remain unaware of the spell you under Prisoner of love when given my cell number
Akin:] Definin blackness, what's ghetto, and what's real And what the fuck make a nigga wanna feel That he gotta chase, dollars and fake Pipe dreams and
your emotional roller-coaster I never asked to get on You get on my case, talking 'bout how I'm trippin' and How I just don't listen and All that other
(I can just remember the number...) [DOVE:] Just another area [POS:] For me to patrol [DOVE:] Just another area [POS:] That shows I got soul [DOVE:]
most these niggas kill me You wouldn't understand this path we done chose Rise for much more than chips, cars coast to hoes Throwin' bolos at fake ass ballers with fake
of the scroll and key Of the D.O.C. Yeah Yeah I have a secret plan New world connects and threatens man Other hand, everyone fake god Light, neofight
Him, all y'all fake muthafuckas Stop frontin', yeah Killarm', yeah Where my niggaz at? Puerto Rico [Dom PaChino] Check the hot shot, aimin' for the number
