receive I can love and still deceive There are those who soon would grieve So I cannot take my leave And where's it all goin' It's all goin' a little crazy
terrified of comin from the young gun Hearin that they did it outta fear don't amaze me But it's mind blowin, so I'm flowin goin crazy Slip for cock
[VERSE 1: Bret E.B.] Saw the homeboys from the days of delirium '89 Benzes, guess who's steerin em? Hop into the ride, cold coolin with the crew They
backpacks and drips Sweatshirts running network and guess and cred The word was spread with speed, the name grew like weeds Wasn't long till we took the lead Twin cities was little
breath, reflect on what we been through Or am I just goin' crazy 'cause I miss you? [Verse 3:] And when you left, I didn't see it comin' I guess I slept
That's what I get fuckin' a crazy bitch Rough life, stab wounds, cuts, & bites Is dice, I guess I was blessed to touch mics ?Borciase? my words spreads across tribes Who
up. Streetz is yours, so ya take it now. Im rather unique, Im from the place Brooklyn (Brooklyn). You know the saga, who live or who hotter, who shot at who
Always on time so I never botch The tick to the tock of the Mike D watch [MCA] Now here's a little somethin for ya! I'ma grab a little and store yah
as shit niggaz who don't give a fuck Fortieth lick niggaz, trained to bust niggaz Rusty gun niggaz, my hungry niggaz, starvin niggaz Guess what? We just
the Code of Honor staying together It's getting hot I think you should take off the sweater Rattle and knock all of your troops who goin to get this
my poems THINK SO? You're a talk-show ho The grown up who showed up drunk with his own cup stoned as fuck Who can tell me that this poem is luck? Does
ain't about mail Last time I wore a backpack I was in school Silly little trans try'na playa confused Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools I
It Was Perfect Or So I Thought, Until We Ended Up Calling In A Forfiet Inside I Find It Bullshit, But I Guess I Cant Be Selfish Who Am I To Get Between
Cap? We gonna need a little scratch for the rap Now Tone and Chasse [Tony Tone & Charley Chase] Yeah crew? [all] You're the DJ's, whatcha gonna do? (r) (ro) (rock) [Grandmaster Caz] Guess
Roto-Rooter Say the dick ain't potent, crazy duck, I shoot her First you tell me 'no', then you tell me 'yes' In a week you're sayin 'maybe', then you say 'I guess
not takin no shorts But yo I'ma let y'all know who handlin business out there My homeboy Crazy Tee, he handlin that business My little homeboy Jonathan
Got it straight goin' on like that [SCARFACE] Well it's the Baby Gangster Face from the big bad A.D. S doubles niggas don't wanna C this Compton nut who
'n' tall - stayin' in my mind Flyin' all around All around my mind Flyin' up and down Goin' through my mind Ev'ry little girl All through my mind Ev'ry little
