out Turn the volume up till you can't hear. He died... his hair a different color, and took up a new name. She cut... her skirt a little shorter and
I'm a be the first black face on money Beleive it I bust guns by any means I got a oozie, a calico, a M-16 with a red beam Hit you all up in your head
from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery I wish someone
their fucking tricks again Conspiracy Theory! For all the world to know Devide and Conquer! What a fucked up world You try to make headlines of foreign affairs While back at home, no one
, Okay} (What goes up, must come down) From the back (must come down) To this front (must come down) [Verse 1: Chamillionaire] -Yuh, Yuh. Go get a sack
start So many tears shed over me, don't make a scene, make an Ark (Straight talk) Women turnin' their beepers, cutting their phones off I make love to
grunge to Rock, Classical to Country So many artist workin' but no one making money Welcome to the East Coast, home of the innocence Still Piegon Holed, as a farm or a
? Baby what's your favorite drinks? I think I'm a buy a round of them all I'm rolling up the best, come help me up a pound... I'm on that up up,.. you
em, I said you fucked up good Got ta handle that, growin' up in the hood [Chorus] yea-a-a-a A brother's on the run, I've got a hand in my stash box
rap shits and mafia tactics I cook coke, make you snap back like elastic shit and keep a lean esteem, the kickstand All-star five, no need for a sixth
scene of the crime, headed for home sweet home when the thought crossed my mind that I had left my microphone And me without a mic is like a brother with
cause I'm a be honest, Any MC who tries to step to this I'm making you a promise. The what? - Give me a wo-ord! (Nostradamus.) Hahh! That Nostradamus...
dive When a bullet flies Walk-by's and drive-by's Bitch it's do or die Livin' n a scene when them young niggas ride or die N a hurst You think this ghetto
Total I like the lead singer, the dark one And Biggie had a Benz when I wish I could park one Shed a couple tears when I heard that he caught one So everytime
Bush! just like me! A non-con stands for nothing at all Anti-church, anti-state, anti-big, anti-small Im a sub-urban whiteboy, I am so poor! I live in a home
a speeding bullet Has more rhymes than a train has tracks Able to leap sucker MC's in a single rhyme Look, at the jam, on the mike (It's a bird!) (It
Each and every one of those, let em know I shine a globe, even in the dark, stay smart Stay sharp, as a harp played by a musician in this position Feel
make it) (Don't turn away, I think you should listen) (You can make it) (Don't turn away, I think you should listen close) I came to take you home (You can make
