if I sound so filled with gloom You say you care and I know you do But this is from my experience And my conclusion only makes sense Just 'cause I love you and you
the place where they pump out D and steal cars Kids wild wave at you and smile you feel large Like they cut and you got the power to heal scars Never
Betta be street if he lookin' at me I need a soldier That ain't scared to stand up for me Known to carry big things if you know what I mean If your
But you never get paid, don't lie to me You just look good and you get to ride for free What you eat and what you drink, you trade for sex Pick you
it knows you well Sellin you a trip to a place called hell You never even thought you'd get hooked Starin in the mirror, scared to look You think about
this very day been around here If I was plotting then I weren't like the sound of ya You get naughty I get a bit rowdier Still you won't let them throw
if you could be where I'm at (bye bye) you'd wanna be you too (I'm living without you) If you felt the way I feel I bet you'd be in as good a mood as
't die. Oh ya there's an excuse you lose Proof so you use. There's new rules it's cool if it's helping you to get through. It's twelve noon aint no harm
in we'l prepared climbin the stairways to heaven while you scared of the people livin under ground heard the sound of the clap made you wonder If it
'm out to get mine, I want mils, God Niggas that feel hard, chill, fuck around and get your grill scarred It's D-Flow, you know my steelo, ceelo will let you
when the conditions allow you Do you entrust the critics who doubt you? Try to write shit about you But they can't make a living without you Go hungry, you
Town, slash Philly Check the blast from Geneva, you can get slapped silly Guerrilla monsoon rap all the shorties like, who dat? Got the whole crowd like, how ya do dat? Nigga you, get
on this one So when I get done, I want you to cut your fuckin' ears off, Twitpic 'em Lord, I want you to leave this vicinity You gon' be around here
It ain't no more love, therefor if you ain't kin And if you get up in mine, you gon meet your end I'm one of a kind, I think you better check yourself
the shot If you think you betcha know you better press for why You can mop it in your song and repossess your mind If you front it you can blow or you
dedicated to the leading of previous tedious trauma behind nothin faller Use the mileage A flavor fiddles with my pallet You know I can't allow it Bow if you
industry, we're ranked at first Ain't a better combination in the whole universe So if you wanna battle, your future looks muddy That you just can't
faking So give it up before it's too late 'cause you'll get sprayed if you don't cooperate And so you punks want to try me That's what you get for trying
