You gotta live this life for you to try and understand The diary of a hitman The diary of a hitman Sonny's making money on the norm and you know he
true meaning of what bad is 15 years on the scene, could never fall back A small pack, you're fucking right, I think I'm all that You know a nigga with a doubt? You
and bring you back to reality I'm like Wesley Snipes, I act without a salary Cause I don't need nobody sayin "Lights, Camera, Action!" I act on reaction Fuck what you
manhood So all that shit you plan on talkin yo, you won't be able So watch your mouth before you catch a fist that rocks your cradle And now you know
and my ouija board spells certain death You contradict you can't do shit your fucking song's joke The only video you could make is if you robbed a liquor
limbs, there ain't no wins if you test mine You won't be coming back again like Sinbad's sitcom I think they wanna battle You blew up like Roseanne's
WAIT!) I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like You're probably hear me rap half-hearted
ho-ho, promoter better pay me at the door Whoa-ho-ho, what the fuck y'all think I'm flowin' for If I move to quick, oh, you just don't know [GZA] The
You will survive, them weak freaks think you finished You first time in you known for poppin your toast By your third year in you forgotten by most Niggaz
ain't fucking with you nigga [Nas] I'm saying though man... [AZ] What is it, what is it baby? [the Firm] What is it Son, what is it? [AZ] You know what
lyrically releasin, you don't stop Ain't nobody ceasin til your heartbeat stop beatin, bring it You know where to find me; actin like you lookin for me You
!" (WAIT!) I look at my life in a new light -- fuck it Give me two mics; I write songs for me -- fuck what you like You're probably hear me rap half-hearted
all of y'all who take a fucking L You think you're able to win? You better chill cause you never will, you ain't and you never been You can't faze me
what It Was, What It Is, It's Like I Got A Pistol to My Head, Can I Live? You Never Should Of Left Tical For Dead never That, Be Careful What You Wish
the fucking Dawn) Pass the Hammer you're broke down, niggaz grab my what what Can't understand it here's the panaroma (A complete view of how I defeat you
-esteem And you get dissed too badyo why you diss me? You know I just be sayin that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you hada
other women has left you feelin' tense. And even though my mistakes...they are stricktly past tense and even though you felt me and respected my defense You think
