We could build a city in a single day, but in a couple of seconds we would try to bury our regrets. They don't make caskets like they used to, with escape
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr.
st release Your lease is up at the crib house niggaz get evicted And videos wit white boys talking you get Wicked Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God
em drops Whatever you call it just drop the top We rode the AC transit bus, selling joints for a dollar Smoking angel dust on the way to a house party A maybe deluxe slanging
way, we can make some cash My woman beefin', my momma sick If I don't get it, look, I'mma flip The doorbell ring, exchange some slang We laughed a little
' boat rock And catchin' 'em's like seein' Muslims eatin' pork chops Never happen and meanwhile I been thinkin', man Niggaz been slangin' tapes like they slangin
this aint a fuckin' dream I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team But I aint slangin' dope, I slang Luda-vision Hip-Hop's God in these
ta slangin' Now I'm a dope dealer All my life payed tha price to be tha boss Back in school Wrote tha rules on getten' tossed Poppin' rocks on tha block
piece right here Is about what comes with fame And the struggle to keep family within a family I give you, this ring This ring got me a top notch, straight hot fox, we sought rocks
Killa, DipSet, Santana Kay Slay in the House Lets start the year off right Lets go [Cam'Ron] Uh, Coke I get it and gram it Respect the kids that demand
into ? Stand the post when the Bone ? Runnin' through the one under the top lock Gotta creep how we hoop And shot the rock through the bomb-ass house
off, he been locked down For more than two years now My world is crumblin', time is hard they were before But, oh, my God, mama mad at pops 'cause he
Yeah Yo, yo Asia, whattup God? It's the God Wu-Tang shit Uh-huh, yeah baby, let's just murder this track That's my word Yeah, Supa Dave West Uh-huh, yeah
high, raise 'em high Yeah, every time I flip the script Niggas always talkin' shit Mad because the cards I flip Maybe he be struckin' wit I think he used to slang them rocks
lystics Slang optimistic Two bats a tie and a biscuit Kissed it Diamond on the wrist kid Misfit Bought it like a ten dollar outfit Pop shit get your house
bone, Tone phone me What up he tried to slang there, address him with chrome only Grady with the gray beard, transport for him Rockin' Nike at? Rastafarian