outta here baby 'Cause I got it I got it, I got it 'Cause cash, coupes, credit cards All the exotic things baby I got it I got it, I got it I got that
I get twenty-four more hours (Can I get, get?) Without dealin' With these killers and these cowards? (Can I can, can?) I don't wanna loose All I wanna do is win I fucked up today Can I
need and I'm at their need I trump the synagogue, I trump the Sabbath I'm lowered of your life, I'm lowered of everything that is you I'm lowered of
told me give it up Uh, I said I refuse this journey I pursue And what I do to haters, I made them my own muse Kinda funny, I'm amused They say your
now Cause I'm on my own two feet Moved outta my mama's house for good And now I'm addicted to the streets It's fast livin', that's what I was bread for
callin' me for It cost every minute and you know I'm on tour And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin' Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip If I
every street? It's trick or treat and tonight it's trick Welcome back to town I should lie down Everything's brown and uh-oh, I feel sick Where is he
bullet in your own sister's Face Nothing now I won't be, won't be 'Cause I am back again Black cats, red dogs Breakfast, rapist Rough bread, not dead
bullet in my own sister's face Nothing now I won't be, won't be 'Cause I am back again Black cats, red dogs Breakfast, rapist Rough bread, not dead
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now I'm telling you, telling you, I'm telling you I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you He's gonna
la Our Father, give us this day our daily bread Before the feds give us these days and take our daily bread See, I done did all this ol' bullshit And to atone I
hood, tell I'm gone And I dawg, I do believe I'm grown, so I'll be good on my own but I be like Ah man, it's complicated doin' everything on your own
ya know It's everything about you I mean, damn You make me feel good When I'm gone, girl I miss you, when I'm at home I get with ya I be right back
I can Hook me up I don't have time for no games Look here I stompin in this bitch I'm chompin' a new fit I'm bound to snatch a hoe and make her monkey
Every day I sweated away I got up early in the morning to earn my daily bread Dud everything All they said But the more I did the more I got mad Didn
froze of bein exposed I own Harlem, I bone Harlem, call me the mayor It's my borough, you don't want no problems I'm on now, you dead pop, all jokes aside I
that wood again i got that bread, i walk that walk, yeah that's why i talk that talk let my down my flip, pop up my trunk but on my life i spark the dark