the exit 'cause I'm fiendin' for the top, I can taste that (taste that) I know you down to cut me shawty, where that face at? (face at?) Don't ever
of the Almighty it's hard to be a star when your skills ain't up to par it's hard to push a Lex when you don't even own a car it's hard to win the
slip right through your hands Young hearts be free tonight, time is on your side Don't let 'em put you down Don't let 'em push you around Don't let '
for your mother Out the window??can she see? So I'm cuttin' to the exit I can see people on the shoulder wave at me They're wavin' at me Don't know how
I ain't no punk, I ain't no chump, I ain't no whimp Ain't got no cane, ain't got no ming, ain't got no limp Money exempt, instead you niggas are blimp
I don't need a house in Lake Michigan I don't need a purpose to plan within I just want to feel your pulse again Down town the exits just around Can't
Michigan the murder state From Wisconsin to Compton, regulate every state North Carolina, South Carolina, doing drive-by's the black Pathfinders That's the reminder for niggas who don't
all that I can be, I can't breathe as I bleed Tha Producer: I don't know why I cut myself, God, give me a sign or help I won?t cry it'll be fine
streets packing my piece watching for peace disruption And the corruption on the police don't cease Is there an ending before decease? Or is death the only exit
your friend can be my new boo Give me ten days, I'ma write you back Send that new dawn diva a quarter a pack And when you come to my visit, don't wear
gon get shot down We fend to pump crack at cho spot now, G-Unit Nigga, ain't nuttin' change, you move I'll blow your brains These niggaz don't really
she assisted me Upon her fireplace wall is were I pushed her back Then on the plush floor we fell, passionate collapse She pushed me off but the push wasn't
for the Brooklyn-Queens State the rhyme, borough of Brooklyn Otherwise known as Crooklyn Freaks fortify flesh with gold Ears hang trunk in a slave hold Walk past, don't
't live long Please nigga, push it on Alright scrams, see you later Scrams Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators I can't take it no
way the fuck up in em And wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God He's keepin it real jigga stay hard Lawd don't even trip I never
your mouth i never thought i'd hear again "you know i care; never tell me i don't" drained and lifeless without you if somehow i could push my way inside
coping can this be why is this happening to me? drowning you push me under water left behind dig down I'll be found closing the coffin now forget of my existance don't
way the fuck up in em and wrinkle the face like linnin I play hard-eh till they say God.. he's keepin it real jigga stay hard lawd don't even trip I