my inner world and my whereabouts Well, try on, try on I'm watchin' everythin' that's going down And it ain't nothin' that I ain't been around The same
and bustlin Gangstaz of gotham hardcore hustlin I'm wrestlin with words and ideas My ears is picky, seekin what will transmit The scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't
.guitar ] They had a farsail downtown yesterday They say that newport house will be finished right away The weatherman says sunshine but I know he's wrong But I don't
sing it You may bring a little sunshine but you sure don't make the day You may bring a little sunshine but you sure don't make the day Oh we can't
ain't be home until midnight. Freddie? Fred? Hey, you know, I don't like you to feel like I'm nagging or anything. But don't you think it's about time
for your purchases, we doe out And roll out the Kool-Aid, come and crop to see us pimp strut Ain't really pimpin', I'm tryin' to catch the bus The Krush Groove ain't
thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops 'Cause ain't no sunshine for boys
thug, money things ain't swell Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail When we cryin' keep a knock for the cops Cause ain't no sunshine for boys
the girlies scream and suckas get creamed Dreamed about it for five years straight Finally I got a break and cut my first plate The road ain't yellow and there ain't
needles in his eyeballs 'til his signs are no longer vital This is ain't that, I'm not them These ain't those rhymes, I'm not him This is more like
T - 2x) And you don't know what I've been through So you shouldn't judge me And you don't know what I will and I won't do So you shouldn't judge me [
streets while ya lovers gettin merrier in the sheets I met this lady named sweet young thing and she gave me that feelin that sunshine bring in
steal but crime pays the bill Niggas know I'm real so my pain is what they feel I'm a rider through niggas gone feel me C-Murder ain't gone die 'til
cub with crooked smiles Take your kindness for weakness, they pow! New York niggas be lovin' how the gun talk, pow! Another underboss pull a doublecross Niggas ain't
the code of honor like a real man gonna Never disrespect no women 'cause I love my momma These cats be givin' us praise but it ain't that accurate I
wrestlin' with words and ideas My ears is picky, seekin' what will transmit The scribes can apply to transcript, yo This ain't no time where the usual
little angel ain't always so clean. Days to come aren't easy to see, You can change 'em but it isn't free. I see that you don't believe, ooo-oo, but you
little angel ain't always so clean Days to come aren't easy to see You can change 'em but it isn't free I see that you don't believe Ooh, but you will