It's just a game but no one knows Now you know how the story goes You're always thinking of the way it used to be Today's the day to Give it back to
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goes It's just a game but no one knows Now you know how the story goes You're always thinking of the way it used to be Today's the day to Give it back
has it been that long? Say, what happened since I been gone, homie? Y'all got the game all wrong, man, it's too pretty in here Let's say we take it back
a river be born or be dead We are all singing this song but Nobody knows how it's going to end Kiss me In the
we taste it Damn the consequences pimp If it's a chance we take it First case a month in juvenile and get probation When I think about all we done It
phat I'm spitting raps to my motherfucking homies That's why they listen to the one and only I used to be broke, but now we all used to be Got no game
love you' But ain't no love, bitch Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John the Pope I gotta be a pimp or sellin dope Cause in this town, it's goin
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder How I keep from going under
same now you tryin to be heard but your shouts in vain cuz you drowned out by the buzz thats surroundin my name kweli it might be somethin that you can
dona??t got a fuckina?? choice I elbowed my way into everybody conversations With rhyming, timing and patience Now Ia??m in space bitch I used to have to be
laughs best Okay, I'll be reasonable, you wanna buy it? Okay, I'll sell it, psych, don't even try it" Ha, ha, that's how you gotta put it to him Word
cause I'm flowing, flowing Just like water I slaughter, slaughter A battle, put me in it, I win it The mission is music and rhythm Rhythm backed by words, all in my system System by
a must that I bust any strap you hand to me it's inherited it runs in the Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas life make it
it's heaven or hell All they have is my picture my beloved memory They still rejoicein upon the times the way I used to be Not a pleasant game I played
you get it in the cracks and crevices To put me back together is Not an easy task, but it's not like I asked you to do it It was your choice the whole
, bitter Of this you may be sure The rich, the rich have got channels In the bedrooms of the poor And there's a mighty judgment But it won't be long, but I may be