the start Meant to show you What?s inside this shallow heart But I could not find the words Worthy enough to say I slipped along the way I slipped
neva looking down so I always know wassup A picture wont do me Justice League in this bitch I'ma do me trust this Patience lil label nigga you won't rush
Randy Mac is clockin a stupid grip On the party track I'm cold lampin But when the Syndicate rolls I be jackin You thought I fell off, I ain't even slipped
(I can hear them calling) So close I can almost taste it Worth all the wasted time (I spent wishing and falling) Now I see through the hurricane's eye As the water rushes
you need me) Rule 1, better live what you speak bout Rule 2, don't slip when you creep out Rule 3, grab heat when you leave out Rule 4, don't rush nigga
The looking glass, so shiny and new How quickly the glamor fades I start spinning slipping out of time Was that the wrong pill to take? Raise it up You
way of breathin' More lives than a cat that let me astray All in all, he captured my heart Dead to the world and just slipped away I laid in the rushes
hard, he buff, he tough, doo rag and timbs Kinda hard to get a job back out on the block Charge that to the game Young girl, she grew up in a rush Had
I hide? Where can I hide? Where can I hide? I will hide my soul in Jesus I will rest my heart in Him When the storms of life rush over me I will not
AHHHHLook out, it's the Funkadelic Funk for chumps Who don't be knowin my name, I tear the frame out ya punks I make ya slide, make ya slip, make ya wanna
dice game, while me and lil wack you up Trippin', stole and stripped cars for a livin' Stayed away from home whenever they was bitchin' We used to rush
and go seek and he can't stop Cause this year past you need to take this thing to the rubber Hey joe bring that hook back and let me slip on this rubber
time to be fake Eating top rump don't fuck with steak Don't be jealous of me 'cause it's well known I could slip in a minute after hella songs Make
wife From California all the way to Miami I pimped that bitch and now the hoes can't stand me 'Cuz when I put my bitch on the streets Niggas rush to
were the days, they certainly were It's hurtin' me to know that I'll be closin' that curtain for good Word, word, word, word, word, word, word I second that and a third, rushed
