This is the last time: I'll let it go, I'll walk away. Hey, keep your head up! The feelings pass; we'll watch them fade. I'm fucking tired and this
We're dancing free but we're stuck here underground And everybody trying to figure they way out Hey, hey, hey, all we ever wanted to say Was chased erased
, we in here We tossin it up I got my man Everlast in the house Tossin it up, youknowwhatimsayin Kid Jazz and Bango couldn't be here But we gon' to' it up
if he was beating his He might as well say beat it, kid, he's on the list It's like I'm searching for kicks like a sneaker head He gon' keep pushing
kid (I, I get it) Whoa hey (I, I get it) Whoa hey (I, I get it) Whoa hey (Yeah) Whoa hey (I run New York) Whoa hey (I, I get it) Whoa hey (I, I get it) Whoa hey
Tell these other niggas how you bought yo' kid some tennis shoes Let these brothers know that your momma she got her house too Let these niggas know that your
clean my act up for good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, '**** it then' I'm back in the hood, they like, 'Hey Nas'
word does nothin' against the feds So my eyes stay red as I chase crazy bald heads, word up Warn the town the beast is loose Word 'em up y'all Warn
help, Hang up and then dial your operator If you'd like to make a call Please hang up and try again. If you need help Hang up and then dial your operator
Guess what? It's the Biggitty Brown in the back With a brand new funky track What's up, kid? You want some NyQuil? Or you're just mad 'Cause your whole
And that's sick like cancer Man this bitch is trash and he's at her Dawg you dealin with a fucked up babe With fucked up ways, it's fucked up but hey
So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world? It's fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror I'm seein' something scary, it's slowly comin' clearer
Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones Touch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up
on your skull and bones and keep it low watch what you say up on the microphone shhhhh bequiet touch down and get yo bitch just like a bunch of cloans hey
grind (hey) all the time (hey) ain't bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine, you see the shine I might just let your ass slide this time
up? A lime to a lemon remind you of the sky When I'm in it we on cloud nine for that minute Admire your style and your physique And I ain't trying to
, that stays open like an all nite store For real, I keeps it ill like a piece of blue steel Pointed at your temple with the intent to kill And end your
