do do do do do do Do do do do do do do do She was just so selfless speaking Wish she had just told you yesterday And yeah you love her And yet it's over And yeah it's over
to spill the beans Nor tear the pod It's like I hike an acre unimpressed And slept on the sabre's edge Enough times to splice anti-Christ's favorite pledge
don't hate cha we keep it movin'...we keep it movin'... [Tek] yo, gettin pulled over when you just got your wallet at your crib with your license...that's
[Intro: Naki (Black Venom)] Yeah, '99... yo, yo (you know I feel, crazy) '99, no it's my time to shine (It's the Brooklyn Zu) '99, no it's my time to
it's like I'm locked up They let your man out Thought he got twenty, he didn't do any Now it's time to - carry our plan out Fuck the handout and the charity
without Delilah, the soul survivor The drunk driver that rolls straight, take the whole cake Chop it up with the family, wash it down with alcohol My telly's
cheap in the stands Give it up to the fans And it's going off in the stands Kobe's the man Jackson be the man with the plan So listen: The Jell-O is
waste for a rent check. It's checkmate for most kids. We play by the rules but it's someone else's game. How I miss the secret sounds. A fluttering eyelash
plane, ball it up let it fly, Ha, "Holl up, holl up, you ball up a hundred dolla bill, and throw it, " Paper plane, ball it up let it fly, Ha, We POE
about it. I was starting to prove my worth, perhaps you were starting to doubt it. I bought the plainest wooden box I could find in a nearby tourist town brought it
the steps out my projects, Reader's Digest The sun sets over Planet X Angelical sex, more complex then ancient Sumerian text Hold my breath till it's only vegetarian's
is over wit You either die or go to jail, for no funds, controllin' it We never shift it, but always get caught by holdin' it By the government, finance
know your bed (yeah) thats me under it Pull the covers under your head I'm a smother it Then it's back off into the moonlit sky THROW YOUR HATCHETS HIGH
broads in the mix California butt, MC's suckin more what Like Gerald Levert, you try to make it work Jheri Curl Jones, spendin cash on a skirt Plan to
shawty got it goin' on From her head to her clothes, how she throw it on But I'm tryin' to see her take it off It's like football, I plan on goin' long
't put the streets down or them thangs up nigga Bring the phantom through the hood, I ain't frontin on ya'll, Just tryna let you know it's bigger than
the street down All the thangs up nigga I bring the phantom through the hood I ain't frontin on ya'll Jus tryna let you know it's bigger then the corner
