Acting like nothing's going on We know that the writing's on the wall Keep trying so we can say we gave it all We know that the writing's on the wall
We ain't over but the writing's on the wall We keep trying just so we can say we gave it all We ain't over but the writing's on the wall This time next
hoes that's going and giving me money It's funny how a hoe could make you thinks she's with 'cha When all the time she's just another niggas gold digger
lookin sad at me, I ain't the blame Back to plan B baby I can feel your pain Who's that girl? (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) Eve's that
The Towers Then Gangbanging Ever Did, That's Why They Need New York [Chorus:] On The Front Of Murder Dog (He Wears A) On The Cover Of The Source You
Full contact better wear your hardhat in combat It's either you or my contract All you gotta say is where we get it on at And it's on All my brothers
ya Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa Yo live niggaz on the wall write that smoke crack fuck
me fed up So hookers, get your gloves, and yo, let's got head up Wall to wall y'all all will fall I don't stall cause in this brawl it's winner takes
to dead niggas on the wall R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall R-I-P, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall Yeah whassup Clean? I ain
to blame Back to plan B baby, I can feel your pain Who's that girl? (La, la, la) Eve's that girl (La, la, la) Who's that girl? (La, la, la) Eve's that
's gone forever, remember In the end time waits for no man, what's your plan? No time for looking back, it's done We in the 25th hour, it's now or never
tramp. She's too smart on me, huh? And i protected her... I'm on the garage with my butt 14 hours a day. And she's now promoted to a bon-bon? And traveling
C.'s, all my niggaz on that ride You can, stunt if you wanna, Chip is a gunner Been reignin/rainin since ninety-six now it's time for the thunder [Verse
blind side, I dropped ya Knocked ya, teeth out ya mouth when I popped ya Sent you upstate to get a gun from ya poppa Yo, live niggaz on the wall, write
who with. she says there's still good left in me like I'm the dark lord of the sith. I write this every single winter, and now I'm writing it again: I