Verse I. Sometimes I feel like I want to quit. No one will notice if. I forfeit my soul blow myself with a clip. That's my father did no gun, a noose and he hung.
Intro:. Yeah huh what. Alright cool. Yeah huh what alright yeah what what, uh uh. M.A.N.A FESTO, exposing light, and take aim what yeah. . Verse I. Another cold night 360 flip swiftly down six hit me, is she busy?.
Its a friday night. I'm feelin good and lookin right. but thats not whats on my mind. I just wanna dance, do a lil wind. Its about that time, to let it all go.
I see you watching. You're so afraid to move. The music's bumping. So what you gonna do. The DJ's calling, You're stalling. Come on stop taking so long.
Derek D: It's like something deep inside was the catalyst/ Brave to the bone, blame it on the tone of the catho-/ -lick this wound, say something wrong and she'll grab a grip/ rip this strip from skull (musth activated)/ teacher teacher! bitch you left me with a bald spot/ bet you didn't know that it was all in the plot/ bet you didn't know that I'd be callin' the shots somehow and that some day/ I would beat all of the awe awe awe odds/ Oddly enough she was a fighter from a weak fibre/ Probably been stuffed with that cheap kind, 4th grade - resigned/ Nothing to sweat, the numb phenomena promised enough times that she would be fine/ Age 14, straight off the green vine/ but whom ever assigned the main rival to be wine? / and her feet climb as her decline/ will lead her to a beating by the giant like fee fi fo.
Naaah, dis kid can't be from canada? !!. . Chorus [maestro fresh wes & showbiz]. We make it for the wild, we make it for the ruff. We make it for the people that can never get enough.
On the real, I freak techniques and beats in my sleep. The mack back in action show skills when I speak. Watch my leak when I bring it to your face. I still corner dimes but in the nine I'm on a paper chase.
Yo, if y'all don't mind, I'd like to share a little somethin I wrote.. About the closest nigga to me, ya heard me? my muthafuckin brother, ya. Know. and it ain't gotta be ya blood brother, it could be ya thug.
Soldier rag on my eye, soldier fit on my frame. I scream, "Whoa", when I come through makin' that MAC-11 sang. If I'm dyin' bad, don't tell my folks, I wasn't no joke when I blasted.
Yo Mac nigga, the only reason I'm telling you this nigga. 'Cuz I care 'bout you nigga. I wanna see you ball 'til you fall nigga but you know what. You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame?.
Memories, pressed between the pages of my mind. Memories, sweetened thru the ages just like wine. . Quiet thought come floating down. And settle softly to the ground.
[in the background]. Uhmmmmmmmm. I hope your all 'bout it, don't be playin' no games. Nigga tryin' to do something, for real. . [chorus]. You can meet me at the hotel s.a.p..
My crew. My crew. My crew. My crew. Yo, yo, now now, now now. . When I wake up before I gather up my pens. I shine up my fronts, I give a Dutch for all my mens.
[Mr. Cheeks]. One time. We bless the track. rush to the back. it's the LB fam dogg pound we attack. one time for the LP, LB. My family come through. This who we do.
Verse 1. But I'm sayin kid. it's only right to represent where I'm from. East Coast bottom line, But I represent. wherever I go (what). I'll be on the West Coast.
Yeah, 1997. Tony Fantell. Me and my crazy world. You know what I'm saying. Will my niggas that feel me throw your hands up. You know what I'm saying. All my honeys that know how we do throw your hands up.
[Peter Gunz]. you know what they say. God forgives all sins. except suicide. then I guess I'll be a'ight. 'cause I ain't gon' kill myself. you know. .