this, player hating that's going on in my own city, you can't get away or play, you know what i'm sayin', but hey, it's cool though, you know what i
I'm coming with my buddies (what up) We don't mean to butt in, but there's nothing better coming up Pack it in forget it ya strap on in, buckle up Nothing
that to break the dawn Onyx, God, tell me what is going on? What, what goes? As far as I know, see, bros Are havin' trouble knowin' who's friends and who's
's where reality That's Nappy Roots That's Fish Scales and that's Clutch An that's B. Stille and that's Skinny Deville That's V, that's, that's history
and you were put off why dotn you take it out on me and shoot the last of ur foot off? Switzerland, what about girls?and what about jobs? and what about
city blocks and cops Look around, it's in your town Look around, it's in your town Look around, it's in your town Look around, it's in your town
's lovin' ya now 'Cause it worries my mind and I can't sleep at all I stayed home on Friday just to wait for your call I can't say what's right or what
it my way and shootin' no blanks I just refute what you think, a quite unusual thing Yes it's a mutual thing 'cos it's the root of all things and we
that what's new Am I overstating what at root, seems cute And more to boot, the point is moot But up to you, is this love or something else It's only
don't believe with her I'll ever give up hoping This is love Or something else Still I never take for granted that what's new Am I overstating what at root
'em fucker i'm doing numbers so take it on the chin. The top is a ?, so it's hard to see what i'm eatin'. Going on retreats and rolling sweets while
ass If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin' black It's like McDonald's sellin
life Suddenly my life feels so wrong Tell me what the hell is going on Tell me, tell me why my life feels so wrong, so wrong Tell me what the hell is going on
town life and I like it 'Cause the bad don't get in your way There's an angry god, they're gonna strike it Yeah that's what we pay him for, that's why
what you don't have And of that you still have a lot The sky is the limit The sky's not enough The tough keep going Not only when the going gets rough
in the towers then gangbanging ever did, that?s why they need new york/ [chorus] on the front of murder dog (he wears a) on the cover of the source you
Come on come on come on Let me show you what it's all about ABC, it's easy It's like counting up to 3 Singin' a simple melody baby That's how easy love