hear me at all Oh when I spent my life Trying to make someone mine Now all I want is a voice at the end of the line I lost my luck in a unlucky bet
and Not caring, fuckin' the prosecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come, what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight, too tight out of a
be let go, released into the wind, again again and deuces I must throw ya peace [Kanye West] You know what, yo? you a bitch! you should have a travel agent cuz you a
find peace of mind Between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line Some dwell in hotels with Jezebels A stone age and fall a victim to the plague
ready, im with it still here like a statue, pink champagne, green ink in your tattoos, you say you got bagges, well im packed too, plus i got a sex pistol, pointed right at
league Now it's biddin' war time I got a Bloomberg league So the hood's overwhelmed (why) They know it's the voice of the hustler whenever they hear son up at
lightening Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain
no features Look at ourselves through a porthole, the passage of time See that sunny day that we snuck down, hid under the bleachers Kissed as the band marched, everything fell into line
break A million tasks you'll have to take The road that leads you there is long But in the end you'll be the one Just raise your voice and sing Sing
, don?t even bother to ask A father who has grown up with a father-less past Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has Or at least shows no difficulty
know you're not alone on the nightshift Gonna miss your sweet voice, that soulful voice On the nightshift, we all remember you The songs are coming through at the end of a
birth to God Grip 'em by their pigtails, make 'em slurp the rod Catch a Mack-11 slug with a pair of chopsticks Cut a priest off at the funeral to rock
in your voice Lord willin' I ain't killt nobody But I have a feelin' this album That I'm gonna make a killin' Or not a shillin' This is love it or hate
m type polite but now I'm lookin' at her skeptically 'Cuz baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet voice is with me mentally (Fucking) We conversated, made a
concepts then lost to K-Os Many tales radiate from one nexus Defending a dream of a new directive A call from the deep sums up a notion The day when
basketball, mademoiselle, look I ain't Biggie Smalls, I don't even want a story to tell I'm a lover, not a fighter, alright but then a girl walked in
