to change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh) [Jay-Z] Look at that fake smile
a white horse he comes Blazing sword in burning hand "Lo, I am become death The destroyer of worlds" His hands are backed up They're straining at
2) People livin in a shack - at the crossroads Little kids sellin crack - at the crossroads (?) stab you in the back - at the crossroads Everybodies gettin jacked at
to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life When you look at me long enough, I start to read
change up (what?) no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh) [Jay-Z] Look at that fake smile he
get myself in all this bullshit I'm in [Verse Three: Foxy Brown] From now til' the grave, I look back at my life smile and say "wow" in amazement All
the way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much The way she smile, her face look pretty
attatched to it Canibus is the type who'll fight for mics Beatin niggaz to death and beatin dead niggaz to life When you look at me long enough, I start
gun blaze then I'm in my detour Shot through the glass hit the balcony How could she set me up like that? I caught my balance, shot back I'm jettin
devil, it's war until the death Dear Lord help me out, I think you missing all my calls My back against the wall, and I ain't got no time to fall at all
way she smell Was it Baby Phat, J.Lo, or straight Chanel Her face belongs in a Luther video, Never Too Much The way she smile, her face look pretty, though