on, the muthafuckin psychos M.A.F.I.A. Bitches feel us, we the realest My Bed Stuy niggas is who I ride for Send that ass slow like I ride a six four I
said If I would rap And make some dollars for us Maybe I can get a hit I was writing Then I found myself fighting For the juices When I found out That
ron } Killa! Yo. I won't kiss her, maybe hug her but I don't even like her I might get it, hit it, split it but yo I'll never wife her. I'm Rowdy
end? Maybe never, 'cause I can still spit it But I ain't rappin' for cheese, I want meal tickets Gotta start somewhere, and I'm past that For the right
me as if she wanted to fight She handed me a pamphlet that read Come join the church of the goat of mendez I asked her out for a Friday night I thought maybe
dare ka shiranai kedo Itsuka boku ni naru to iina --------------------------------- When I think of you My heart aches When I ask my mother, She says "maybe
Look at me hypnotized and half alive Maybe it's four or five Some parts are sleeping Some parts are paralyzed Just one more minute, just one more minute I think I
I don't know what you expect staring into your TV set Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire Fighting fire with fire Fighting
Coke shit Shoulda been called Armed Robbery Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle Just as long, I knew me
knows that I'm on my way I will not stray From the path of knowledge that'll earn my pay I think for myself, I take advice And if I did it wrong once
me when I'm gone Still have my back without promise to have it all Baby, this is what I'm fighting for Oh, tell me 'cause I gotta know I gotta know,
to the phsykie Man Malone a get it jerkin, I just do it like Nike See I'm really with the fight team, & I'm really with the vented man Im married to the
up wit' cha kind mane I don't deal wit' fakeness All in my face And he knowing he don't like me Proably wanna shoot me Maybe even fight me, suck me,
for broke Let's get them guns out ho I thank you fucking former ho I can fight this nigga I can whoop this nigga I can (Gun loading) (Gun Shots) Boom, with the trigger I
If I'm straight in five years Maybe remission or parole Bet on a wild one, I got stitched Caught up in a fight I was dreaming, dreaming, oh I saw you
scholars as much as I thought Maybe I'll go traveling for a year Finding myself or start a career I could work for the poor though I?m hungry for fame
Appreciation of this mediocre nation I've heard the mind is repetition Of empty words without tradition Turned original verbs into submission I smelled this malignerance addiction But I guess I