many times have we been thru this I can tell you that it's getting harder everytime I try to resist We go way back and you held me down Helped my feet rooted
I watched you on the floor Cheek to cheek She's getting to you You didn't see Her eyes on me, no She looked right through you Before you make A big mistake
shows that your rooting for me Attack like Cujo, fat like a sumo Pulling mommies like Menudo cause I'm numero uno Getting paid out my coolo So if you
hip-hop with eclectics Now do we got the power or is it getting hectic? Scribble swings the paddle at the mantel where I placed it Hip-hop grew from roots
ya place, you ain't thug, fix ya face Throw a slug, catch a case Meanwhile, beat trial, back on that cash cow Getting CREAM, however, a street brother
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
I would call my mother Nor do I call every nigga, my brother Gotta have Black Thought, it's sorta B like Malik So don't Question a Brother to the Roots
, where she didn't belong On the topic of trust, misgivings was leading me wrong On the topic of us, misgivings was treating me wrong Reading me wrong, now we not getting
Yo, just feeling the way that I do Hope lives on, if not through me through song I'm getting the long, take deep breaths and hold on I write like I realize
Cracking up, I'm getting ready to go Had enough, I can't take any more No pills that I can take This is too real and there ain't no escape It scare the
[Intro: ludacris] Ooooh you feel that as i take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots When nobody said life was going to be easy and we
flood shit, OG lyrical blood shit I don't rent I buy shit, niggas jealous of my shit You unaware of this young nigga getting all the fly shit While you're rooting
regurgitation We hurt ya face, men when ya placed in my path I bust asses, ya slow like molasses As this continues then you know the fastest Computing, looting, I gets the root
on On sight, me and my niggas do it wrong or right I ignite, the fire, marijuana get's me higher Always drinking and smoking Philly's Getting a nigga
The race is on to get out of the bottom The top is high so your roots are forgotten Giving is good as long as you're getting What's driving you it's ambition
' ass and steppin' over lines Passed down to me from my daddy's daddy's dad In my family tree the fruit is bitter, bold and bad Got real deep roots
's the kane in the flesh Of course I'm fresh Oh you thought that I was rotten? Huh, I beg your pardon To me getting paid and getting busy fall together