rain See summer rolls around niggas holla 'bout change Then they steady move them keys like Bob James 'Cause old man winter?s arrived, the temperature dived November just died, December?s
me if they're so hardhearted "A chalk on the back of your neck Is all that Jack Catch dares to give you Then mind not such trifle's affect Oh, why should
cash that's gon last I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart Yo, where's the math Gotta go for broke without a cast Ain't shit changed But nickels
spit this, Kris hit this [KRS-One] Yo... if it's all about the hundreds, let's try to get two 50s Don't stop and switch a temple, let's work and build
known, lyrically respected Cars I 23 'em and armor all the tires up, And keep a long line of hoes like fire trucks It's just the broke rapper's talkin
change this shit We the muthafuckin' Rydas bitch That's mutha fuckin' Cell Block That's Bullet That's Lil' Shank That's Foe Foe And that's Full Clip
eat When we commercialize it's to enterprise We're guaranteed to sell a hundred mil before we die But Jerry is broke, that's the situation Nine-seven, it's
they spent in the store If the Kool-Aid was sweet then so was my life And the life my friends lived was of a similar type But as Mike Jack's face changed
creeps rejected the status quo, Today they smarm and charm passageways to its very heart. Where's the free individual in all that? Where's the hope and
lota people with this one {see you at the crossroads, crossroads} Woah...that was deep (that was from the heart dog) Oh man {stalkin' gat moves, walkin' jack
said And that's Johnson He's always on some agro frat bro gangsta stompin' Acts like he's the only white boy from Compton If real G's show up, the
, my dick game's OFFICIAL! Lose your weight and, I don't leave you waitin The world is earthquakin My balls got yo' ass shakin - it's hiney jack! UH-OH
dough Then they run to the rock sella to buy some rocks slow And i hear ya making fun of that... ICP (What's up E) Gets ya bats It's time for you to crack
change this shit We the muthafuckin' Rydas bitch That's mutha fuckin' Cell Block That's Bullet That's Lil' Shank That's Foe Foe And that's Full
I love this rap shit got me fillin mad clips perhaps it's them fake rappers, but they damn good actors From population, through the math I subtract them You hear
With a 25 i might be jacking a get away car Boulevard nights fights at the park that spark After the gun plays some moms arm got broken apart Bad news