pray And thank God for another day Yes, homie, it's rough down here I gotta watch my back 'Cos it's hard being black If it ain't the other It's my own
Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads Where a shoot out jumped off mine people lay dead It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast But it was
make a move that you'll regret Evil E's on the set, hit the deck Kick it Kick it Kick it Kick it You start to think and wonder bout how it's done "An
punk, I go head up I ain't no fool and new jack poppin' fake rap I rap from the heart and soul, where only facts are kept Many rappers sell-out pop and
here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know so, I'ma drop 'em on ya like this Check it out
the ladies out there I got my man J-ell in the house I got a message I wanna send out to all the fly ladies, yeah Check me out It's time for me to kick
fuck it's comin' from It's comin' from the mouth of the pimp behind the wheels I make a bitch kneel, Evil E the gray steel Shows, ho's, junior pimp sweat out
Talkin' that gangster shit, known they're soft as jell- Oh! Better chill out before I ill out And my negative potential just might ne spill out And
core Shogun assassin' maxin' in a limousine You stick your head in, out comes the guillotine [Incomprehensible] the game as I kick it, don't miss it, get with it Diss it
checks 1's, 5's, 10's and 20's A 100 g's and I'm pullin honeys Left and right, day and night You gotta see it to believe it, it's quite a sight They'
s rock on [King T] The forbidden Gangland lyric get your ride on - when you hear it Player Haters fear it Get you right up close near it Possessed by
try to turn her out Spendin' money's what I'm talkin' about But you fool out, your pockets got blew out And after the date, no boots, you got threw out
I'm pissed off Sit back, homie, relax In fact grab a six pack Kick back while I kick facts Yeah Dre, sick track Perfect way to get back Wanna hear
, I live through tragic Situations could been dead lookin' back at it Most of that shit didn't even have to happen But you don't think about it when you out
[Timbaland talking:] Tip, Tip, Tip, it's Timbo. I mean what this I hear.. you doin a mixtape.. my nigga but if you gon do it remember that ?track? we
lose my pride, and we both now how How we're going to make it work when it hurts, when you pick yourself up you get kicked to the dirt Tryin' to make it
my head Peaked out my eye, see if he was beating his He might as well say beat it, kid, he's on the list It's like I'm searching for kicks like a sneaker