, ill run again while they out smokin anf drankin all your liquor im on the grind and my rhymes are gettin slicker while people think that this game gone last forever my people
pulse of nature Scaring spiritual devils while evoking the maker Is it wrong for me to curse in the name of right Is it wrong for me to spit life into
narrow heart, the song lots of people know It's a painful song, it'll only say the truth It lasts for sad songs Penny for a wish A wish won't make you
in my head Like a bullet made of lead Some people yell and scream And some do not Some people sacrifice their lives And some do not Some people wait for
Gotta keep a piece of mine, hot cherry balm, lip locking with a dime I make bitches scream for me like I'm Lil Jon Last king to flow, sweeter then a bon
to do me? Sit back and relax and think about the past And make your next move your best, it might be your last [Chorus - Ebony Eyez] Look.. Money ain
't built for that Nigga chill, calm down Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya You really talkin' reckless right now And we know you ain't built for
week, say fuck it the next Like to write four whole songs, three skits a day Talk shit with Tyrina and do hits with J I like to write for other people
up in the dark for so long Just livin' my life on my own then Right up out of the blue Bumped into u I was so amused By your smile boo Want you to call
the dark for so long Just living my life on my own Then right up outta the blue, bumped into you I was so amused by your smile boo Wantin' you to call
, you might never find the truth I had choices in life, I coulda did somethin' else I did what I wanted to, I did it for myself Now whatcha gon' do with yo' life People
cut throat I wrote a rhyme, called it a pastime Of hurtin' ass shit that I faced the last time My last dime, goes on food I'm in the mood for a stick
Ready to put a hole up in one of these bitches, man Sup? Guess you wondered where I was at When you beeped me last night and I didn't call back Supposed
your so-called friend rattled on you You're in the pen serving 10 to 20 Your boy snatched your girl and put use to your money You're out for teen,
's why we're the best, have a conflict Then we go and do somethin' fresh Don't get test with levels are way higher I shoot for the target, call me aim
So C H P short for Cypress Hill Production Made a little noise 'cause the crew was sayin' somethin' People have the nerve to take me for a gangsta An ignorant one, somethin
bitches, I'll smack you hoes Tryin' to foam people, make 'em think you're somethin' you're not I'm exposin' all you bitches, by provokin' the dot No more talkin', time for
would have thought it would last so long So many loose-sighted think that they can't go wrong I know I make so many mistakes I know you felt neglected, you called