And all that?s left is regret and you deserve just what you get what?s left 6 years later i look into your eyes with total disgust who have you become
Under the sidewalk, down in the dirt She lies like an angel draped in rags Skin pale as marble, no light reflects Except for her eyes they sigh regret
and now your time is done abuse me while you still have the chance drain me of the nothing i have left and in this world of unlimited greed all you want is
done? The mob approaches with uncertainty in their eyes All aware one of them will die My childhood lay scattered among the postcranial debis Dismembered, disarticulated, disappointment, disbelief The tradition is
let you eat the fuckin' chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for you Tryin' to pull five bucks from me is like tryin' to pull five
about me And I own this five hundred million dollar shiny suit And, oh yeah, next time say my name If you really a man, just call on 'Shiny Suit Man
first summer I can really say I felt cool, we all chilled Went to the park and nobody got killed Now if you got a problem, it's man on man You don't
you get relief Now you do what we do, say what I say Muthafucka, don't blink unless I say okay This is a organization, not a one-man gang And you die if
police is outside, man (Yo Ice, man, they got King Tee, Aladdin and Islam) What, the police, man? I knew somethin had happened I was wonderin why King Tee missed the party, man
stop gwaan like you a act shady yo Woman don't play me now, ?cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo My lovin' is the way to go, my lovin' is the way to
I guess it's God's plan [Big Tigger] Word, heard you beefin with five-oh, couple cases on rotation And on top of that, Bust' Rhymes is now on probation
I can make a good man forsake his wife Send a greedy man to prison for the rest of his life I can make a man forsake his country and flag Make a girl
I gotta get down, I gotta get down Or I can't work there no more A lotta poor man make a five dollar bill Keep him happy all the time Some other fella
'm told How would you feel If I put my girls before the one I love? How would it feel If every time you wanna talk I turn the TV on? How would you feel If
hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal
a real man could need And could ever ask for, baby This is more, this is more than a crush Yeah It was Harlem at the rukus, I saw you with your man,
Everytime I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin' a thugsta At first they
