. But now the hypochondriac attacks you. We're slicing the wrist of the hand that slapped us. You thought I did it, but it wasn't me. It was us
sick. But now the hypochondriac attacks you. We're slicing the wrist of the hand that slapped us. You thought I did it, but it wasn't me. It was us
't know where it came from but it just stuck with us we was always brothers never thought about eachothers skin colours til one day we was walking up the block in the summer it was
boots Hand grenade goggles and a parachute Y'all don't even know the name of my fleet It was touch me, tease me when case was the shit You don't know
straight up if it wasn't for cats like me For real and I am not bullshittin If it wasn't for cats like me you wouldn't be in the rec In the door and I
friendship Plus we wasn't speakin' as frequent I was O.T., you was in Queens bridge Son you know me, it wasn't no secret I wasn't agreein' with niggas
time I won't be wagging my tail for one good reason It has to be a crime This dog house never was the place for me Runner up and second best just ain't
don't burn It was a hard headed nigga and nope I don't learn Saw the truth but chose to ignore it wasn't goin' for it My nigga had to give it to me then
I don't burn Was a hard headed nigga and nope I don't learn Saw the truth but chose to ignore it wasn't goin for it My nigga had to give it to me (AHH
you ready!!! [HOOK] [Method Man] Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? Check my, dangerous slang atrocious When I let these nuts hang, focus, it
air Cause if you don't care, than we don't care See I, ain't givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable So keep me in this cage
Nigga you take it or leave it Nigga play it to keep it Nigga safe retreated Cuz if the Lord come take it you heed it No funeral homes, not for you And
schooling you Hope they ain't fooling you It's too late to wait till the wake Or the funeral We say no to godlessness Hasn't the grace been given Haven't
[El-P:] "Straight up if it wasn't for cats like me For real and I am not bullshittin If it wasn't for cats like me you wouldn't be in the rec in the door
I don?t burn Was a hard headed nigga and nope I don?t learn Saw the truth but chose to ignore it wasn?t goin for it My nigga had to give it to me (AHH
boots Hand grenade goggles and a parachute Ya'll don't even know the name of my fleet It was +Touch Me, Tease Me+ when +Case+ was the shit You don't know
't know where it came from but it just stuck with us We was always brothers Never thought about eachothers skin colours Til one day we was walking up the block in the summer It was
a friendship Plus we wasn't speakin as frequent I was O.T., you was in Queensbridge Son you know me, it wasn't no secret I wasn't agreeing with niggas
