miss a point Counting throughout the day It's me now that they want I'm so much better Not all make it through you know Not all make it through My future
shiver when I see the falling snow If we make it through December Got plans to be in a warmer town, come summer time Maybe even California If we make it through
make it through December Everything's gonna be alright, I know It's the coldest time of winter And I shiver when I see falling snow If we make it through
in the cut you gotta (Give it up) Nigga what we out for the Benjamins (Give it up) Give it up we wanna live it up (Give it up) Give it up for the most
at my family tree, so now I love it when you niggaz be talkin', sayin' my name Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain Two zero zero three, and shit, it
monitors quick Thermometer temperature dips below 76 That's what you get for tellin niggaz that you better than 'Bis Not possible - if I can't pronounce it, it
toothpicks Beat 'em with two whips, with pieces of broken glass glued to it Your whole crew get spayed and neutered As soon as I aim and shoot it, you
disaster to make the heart beat faster, there's nothing like a bad day to make the enemy say, life is like bad joke, it's always making me choke.
live, are you scared? If you hate us, we don't care There's teen-c kids everywhere We are gonna hit you where it hurts Let's go, Bis go We're at the
do it Do it, put my mind to it until we get high Gimme some of that good stuff Gimme somethin' that'll feel kinda special Gimme somethin' that'll do it Do it
You get smoked like a chesterfield since yall don't know what the deal is Let me explain it: My aim is to reach high where your brain is and Massage it
the Bident with my top speed Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era Sentences go through re
I'm getting tired of having to remind you Bis If it wasn't for me nobody would've signed you Bis [Bis] What?! Man, why you trippin', you know it's a
pillow over your nostrils and just feel so sorrowful It doesn't make me feel powerful, it's just a parable It's just a rhyme really none of this is tangible
, sucking it up yo, you wonder where I am right now I'm probably somewhere on the microphone fucking it up dead or alive, Canibus will live through
flipped it, a True Hollywood Story I manipulated this miserable music business Then I caked off two, by going independent How much you make an album? About ten cents I make
vous emmenez-moi. (It's a little happiness That I've gathered It was all in tears On the edge of a ditch When it saw me passing by It began to shout
Ra, let me bust 'em (Rakim) Yo Bis, Let Me punish 'em (Rakim) Be ready and at ya best The celebrity match of death Heart snatched through your chest
