What's the point cos in the end it's just the same again and again i'm on a road to nowhere when it ends what the fuck is there?
die Mostly over bullshit Repeatedly Deep in me there's a part that wants nothing but love But the rest of me knows war is what's waiting for us So
in the 415 Who gives a fuck about takin a life? From my point of view it's a murder or a jack move But let's do it like this: call it what you want to
catch 'em and murk 'em I'm observin' in my hood, these niggas be dumbin' Shots go off at the dice game, all you see is 'em runnin' They make it harder and harder
to the point where it gets rediculious... oh man Each day at my dope spot, i watch him as he passes by I say to myself, he looks like the FBI A white man like him, what
bike without balance So what's the point of trying to grab the mic without talents Go get your brakes looked at, you fuckin' fake hood rat Wanna be the basement's
mad? Well I guess I'm a little pissed Every action has a point, five points make a fist You close em', you swing em', it's hurts when it hits And the
[Bizzy] Could you tell me where you run to (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and
cats) Word up (That's right) Official niggas word up (This is what you call ?) Straight blazin through what Raise the roof is what we came to do (Like
him live a little longer Perbin' cause I'm drunk so my trigger finger's a little bit slow-er Hell's freezin' over, clickin' so hard we yellin' Cold World Hustler I can't contain, what
The wine arrived, we made a toast let's try to keep it all in the midst, click I downed a swallow of wine and threw my point: a three and a six Know what
heard on Clue was the truth It's like who want what what ever Tou and your man play tough ya gon get plucked together At gun point gettin stuck together
all seems to go your way no matter how hard you try to get out of the rut you just could not break the string of bad luck a day where Murphy's law takes
Yo jeff whats up holmes Yo Whats up prince Yo whats up man Ay wheres my car at Wheres your car why you asking me No I parked my car right here your standing
blunts cigar scent Im by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions T streetz my brotha Fefe's my brotha And we stay on point like a fuckin box
love and luck on the river Euphrates Passage & Sole : Don't take no wooden nickels, kid There's bikinis selling SUV's in the TV's in teepees Time
aim Infrared, to your head, will make sure, I hit him in the brain BLAOW! One mo' time for good luck - for what?! He was already dead, what the fuck?!
now you should know it was just my luck The baliff of the station was a neighborhood cluck I looked him straight in the eye and said what's up And said let's
