up, left by the beach sand in our toes and glass round our feet, I bought these shoes last time I saw you look how worn they are no, holy shit we're
libs] (Hey Woo) Boy that's what them hoes say When they tell that money in your pocket, okay (Hey Woo) They be like (woo) Credit cards and calls they
if you got it I'da shot it, plus you never live with rockets Easy target, dug you out in the lot kid tried to dodge it, caught you all in the arm pit (
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy But damn Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're
me kill my friend They told me, "This ain't no game, kid, you're in it You're down with the Syndicate but never admit it" Muthafucka, now you're down for life
another baller to hit and never call her All in vain life in the lane A new crew of hookers on the track from up north Vice cops, they watch 'em stroll
the rain with the one I love, on my mind [Break: Ice-T Talking] Break it down, yeah, you know it comes in time in every man's life player hustler or
sky I don't really know why I'm here, I guess I'm just here for the ride I swear it feels like I'm dreaming, it's vividly defined, yeah So call me whatever
my heart But I'd be lyin' Fuckin' see why they call this bullshit a relationship, ships sink And you know it's love soon as you fall in it 'cause shit stinks And it
listen Rumor has it 'The Blueprint Classic' Couldn't even be stopped by Bin Laden So September 11th marks the era forever Of a revolutionary Jay Guevero Now it
leave I'm trying to make it right This thing that they call love I need you in my life I'm trying to make it right About us I keep hearin' it About
to show you life how I get it okay, okay you see for me it ain't easy to stay cause I came up with nothing and now I got it all and them shorty's they
much longer, will it linger? well my heart is giving will they believe it when my song is over will they need me? watch how quickly they find a new leader
but them boys want the money man Hot damn, when the white hit the pan it Twists and it tumbles it, flips and the fumbles I mix it like Gumbo, I pitch it
a ride home? ...they easy try to get me And even if you get me, are you sure u can handle me ? Many came before you but they failed they couldn't handle
, he's so mad but he won't Give up that easy, no, he won't have it he knows His whole back's to these ropes, it don't matter he's dope He knows that but