blocks because of empty pockets Fighting with the cops because of empty pockets Selling what we got because of empty pockets Blaming every other face for our empty pockets
you're a million miles apart As we bleed another nation So you can watch you favorite station Now you eyes pop out your sockets Dirty hands and empty pockets
had a pocket full of money, I never had a ruby red ring, All I ever had was you, babe, To sit and listen to me sing. I've got those blues, Those empty pockets
The preachers from the pulpits of power leaders of cloth they preach to our empty pockets and the same gang with different colors plays up to the dialect
Cruising down the boulevard tonight and these streets lights and these street signs They ring in the back of my head You know we do it best Take these
sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke Glass half-empty,
if I wanted They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail My pocket's on slim fast, tank on empty
if I wanted They're callin' on my job, I'm gettin' letters in the mail The haters in the hood all hopin' that I fail My pocket's on Slimfast, tank on empty
' Left pocket's stuffed with the ? .380 in my right so it sags a little bit More than the rest of my gear, when I'm on tour I empty clips Bust lips and
from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Some will sleep tonight with a hunger for more than an empty fridge I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful
Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Some will sleep tonight With a hunger for more than an empty fridge I'm gonna make it by any means I got a pocketful of
I got that Esther, bitch I'm red fox Big bee's, Red Sox I get money to kill time, big clocks Your f-cking with a n*gga who don't give a f**k Empty the
, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full
the dew When the water from the weeds had soaked the papers He'd been puttin' in his shoes to keep the ground from comin' though And his future feels as empty as the pockets
The main attraction, distraction Got ya number than number than numb Empty ya pockets son, they got you thinkin' that What ya need is what they selling