Quarter past two and I'm on my own Everybody's in their separate homes I sit in silent isolation Empty rooms give me space to think Push my thoughts
Mr. Everything white and the snowman White men can't jump but the work can And this a coupe you can't ride but yo hoe can Two shifts both stoves me
On my way to see my friends Who lived a couple of blocks away from me As I walked through the subway It must have been about quarter past three In front
't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein' me I got the Bentley valeted And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades
I'm broken in two And I'm nobody without someone like you I'm tremblin' inside And nobody knows it but me I lie awake it's a quarter past three I'm screamin
up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up Hands up, shorty when you party with me We goin' way past quarter
the streets with my hand on my black tec My brain is high like New York, New Jersey do car thefts I'm high, when I sag my two black guys I would be brief
ain't right, say the least you're different A couple quarts shy and a few screws missin' Bless your heart, look around We're all an ounce or two short
would put two in me We live in the land of the free, hustlers and thieves I made money, now I got uncle Sam hustling me For a quarter of what I make Hand a quarter
, check it out, yeah On my way to see my friends Who lived a couple blocks away from me As I walked through the subway Must have been about quarter past
grew, watched most the younger fools Squat out from the guns they usin', not close to the most of them Quarter rolls, microphones, one, two, revolution
phone and platinum channel cologne and I stay, dressed, to impress Spark these bitches interest Sex is all I expect If they watch TV in the Lex, they know They know, quarter past
foreshadowing the rhyme Like a nice pirollo(? ) wine, life takes time I'm, one of two and to see it a one who's part of many The quarters of my thoughts
Knowledge K., Reigns R., Supreme S. Some of us guess while others of us are blessed Take heed to the word, that I manifest I manifest the future, the present, followed by the past
the streets with a psychotic thugs wont stop playing for keeps He waiting to get tipped for your and your peeps Clock ticking slow its a quarter past
when I cruise past Two Mags, I wave it and pave it through his durag Two K's of blue haze I stuff up in that blue bag Blue 5th, two clips I got up in
coke That was stashed by a bush bill twenty worth of coke With a snug I'm feelin' hard I'm eighty strong from the third I scored a fuckin' quarter jetted
you one Callin' up the hooker play the ho for another one Late night hustlin' in the projects, O.C. My brothers in the dark an' were way past OD Just