If only I could see myself while dying How my only blood drips out my veins If only I could lock my soul inside Not to watch me how I?m falling down
Know the *** 'fore you caught yourself lovin' it *** with a Benz *** it Doesn't it seem odd to you Big come through with mobs and crews Good fellas
all you hate hoarders You niggaz was cool in school now you niggaz take orders I'm not dissin your job But now you listen and nod Some mount the limit shit I know this position is odd
ll battle ya all, from the charts to ghetto stars Face Triple Seis, the God of War like Mars That leave MC's smashed but my Squad is odd Y'all never seen
Funky, alright One time for your mind, two times for Mumia's saint crew Three times for my Brooklyn dimes, seven times for pleasure I don't trip, I don
Ghost you so crazy!" There's no love to be found Cappa' slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls Drip jewels, big heat Ruffle inside the bubblegoose It's the Odd
these broads What have you done to them? Rippin'it, sippin'it Puttin' a clip in it Trimmin' it off the women I'm swimming It's odd to me your words are
the bitch before u caught yourself lovin Big comes thru wit it--nigga wit a Benz fuckin it. Doesn't it seem odd to u mobs and crews Goodfellas down to
bread on my shelf Every day I see my mother struggling Now it's time, I've got to do somethin' I look for work, I get dissed like a jerk I do odd jobs
for war BDP crew get up in that ass like a piece of toilet tissue General Lion I chase them all and I am on fiyah Represent the hardest crew, you know
sense And that's the beauty of it, look backstage Ain't another group out here on the same page Run with everybody or walk with our crew And stand on
canvas With a paint brush that a nigga can't truss Like a God so I can't rush, won't crush If you ever heard about a crew that can't bust Then motherfucker
real good [Juelz Santana] Ooh baby baby, ooh baby baby Ooh baby baby, Get up on this! [Jim Jones] D-I-P S-E-T, that gangsta crew Niggaz know the rules
All day and we couldn't have shit to say Broke up the families forever And to this day black folks can't stick together And it's odd Broke us down,
ya cause you're not pure Like the cheap version that gets cut with baking soda If you had game you still couldn't get over I know your crew's gotta be
all you hate hoarders You niggaz were cool in school now you niggaz take orders I'm not dissin your job But now you listen and nod Some mount the limit shit, I know this position is odd