is what you did to me Nothing is what you did for me Nothing is what you give to me I take whatever I'm visioning Now break all the limiting Now shake all
From all this drama and commotion, I'm sucked with all this ganja And I'm smokin', uh, one day, I'ma shine But for now, it's one day at a time, let the
poor shit it made me sick Watchin' dealers all I stood makin' loot holdin' they dick I hated Eddie Murphy used to wish that he would quit it All that
Danze] Lets give it up for the rusty 32's And the day before Lymer For the cold old gold and the loks marijuana When the G's stood firm Perfecting their
wit me, chill wit me Askin me to snatch her up I couldn't tell it was fake, thought she wanna patch it up Like it's all love, shorty's grill was all gauzed
is nothing more than a sick farce paying homage to the ruling class Who, without hesitation, do it all again Those who forget history to repeat it are
fuckin' em, said you wanna, nothing man, Stop all to judgin', man, all the custom, man, Before I... when you try to touch your hand, Stop all to... for
Flow Cats 412 set to explode It's just a simple equation Y'all want it, we bring it And it's like that [Chorus x2] It's too dirty, too raw, too rugged
short for crooked Stayin' high as Hell, and drunk as fuck You ain't down with the Mex, you can sick my duck I mean duck my sick, I mean suck my dick Don
in Kirkland Faces stay straight but inside they're hurting I rhyme for John J and the Crooked Line for certain It's been built from the ground up since
? Being they were half-priced, I pass 'em on by looking for Levis But Guess what? All my favorite clothing lines and hip designs Were being liquidized and it made me sick
M-m got him good, Ambulance vroom-vroom gotta move Gotta do what I gotta do, it's all bidness watch it dude Cause the real ones cross mixed attempt don't it
it They think I'm nothing, cause I don't get up and get a job But I be trying the only thing I get, is getting hard I'm sick and tired of being sick and
shouldn't take lyrics so serious, it might be confusing Trying to separate the truth from entertainment It's stupid ain't it? I get sick of trying to explain it
me, chill wit me Askin me to snatch her up I couldn't tell it was fake, thought she wanna patch it up Like it's all love, shorty's grill was all gauzed
is what you did to me Nothings what you did for me, nothings what you give to me I take whatever im visualing, I break all of the limiting I shake all
is what you did to me" Nothing is what you did for me Nothing is what you give to me I take whatever I'm visioning Now break all the limiting Now shake all
honest truth One for them and baby one for you One for the rich one for the poverty stricken One for the healthy and one for the sick and One for the