up to the image That she would want me to be But I got one foot in the street And every week I flip a Ki I never wanted to be a G But niggas depend
the stars with her tiny fingers to the trains and the planes that have brought me here to the tides and seasons fortunes, reasons to innocence lost
the game Believe me, you'll pay 'cause i got 3 hundred 57 reasons [Chorus] Now your in trouble here comes the bill colleta Now your in trouble here
need peace We all livin' in the belly of the beast Yo, now many lives are lost still to this day we ask the reason All the suffering we've been through niggaz still
born again to be free I'm singin' you little girls and boys spoofs All you do is ignore me Though I have been sent here to inform you And there's a million
Son Pull up! Pull up!} Many men, wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg and I can't see I'm trying to be, what I'm destined to be And niggaz trying
Lights out niggas, you clowns The Murderers is here now, the game has changed You know what I mean, nobody knows you anymore Your records make no sense
street with out my heat, boo, told me not to Said, "Paps, we know the jake 'ill try to knock you" You do your thing, boo, I'll still be there, don't
wish that you could get with this Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's My time to shine and I'm still payin' dues And I'ma be famous on either rap or
nonsense, terrorist, hidden bomb shit Glass and metal in every direction Innocent bystanders taught a very hard lesson I'm the reason there's no time to reach for that weapon And reason
be music. Anything can be music. FZ: Hello? Yeah, are you busy? Well I was wondering --this is Frank-- can you come, yeah, can you come over here and be
Wouldn't loop it, and I woulnd't be here makin rapperz look stupid I coulda went to school wit you, might even be cool wit you But I'll blow you Ha
I'm in the club sayin', "Who's that bitch? runnin' 'round the club, wanna suck my dick?" Look like a nigga in here cookin' a brick I must've been drinkin
', grind don't stop I'm on fire, still hustle when the block hot I'm real, so I ain't never ever forgot Mannie Fresh was the reason that I was so hot
their fantasy world Can it be damaged the ?emina? bones of the fellas and men thats exploting my culture Can't understand every breast that you touch was as up ?paper scun? be
im gonna do is be (kweli) totally committed, if you need me ill be hotter than a new york minute with a hundred percentage from the start to the finish