I'm flooded with all this pain Knowing I'll never hold her Like I did before the storm Trying to keep the lights from going out And the clouds are ripping out
I didn't promise you a rose garden Along with the sunshine There's gotta be some rain sometimes Watch out I didn't promise you a rose garden (Yeah) Along
I live on Billboard, and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sipping mai tai Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives Nigga, I be spiked out
these hoes And establishing a name as he goes The passion and the flame is ignited You cant put it out once we light it This shit is exactly what the
out or till the lights come on and all the fights go on its what we're all about so now were gonna get up and shout until everybody kicks us out or till the lights
dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the gate Nine-nine spit rhymes two-thousand and straight.. Shit, I thought I'd give
Brooklyn, ain't shoot the shit out) Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you (You have Jersey, ain't shoot the shit out) Hey yo bitch, you know what
know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see What's goin' on? What's goin' on? I don't know what, they
right Puff, that's what I'm talkin' about love Sparklin' and glistenin' on these motherfuckers These niggas is walkin' around like little bitches Talkin' about what you got and what
please, I switch cheese to leather Uh, yeh, uh, yeh, uh, check it out yo Y'all niggas say what y'all wanna say Feel how y'all wanna feel Who give a
S CRAZY) [Chorus] [Black Rob] Now the moral of the story is what? (THAT'S CRAZY) Exception, CO, doing the streets (THAT'S CRAZY) Some chicken won't even give
at my stack Put my finger on the trigger then I asked him, "What you want nigga?" What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when
Give me the ass, you could give me the dough You can give me 'dro but pass the Courvoisier Give me some money, you can give me some cars But you can give
you better watch out (Uh-huh) Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On) Street niggas is ringin them shots out [P. Diddy] Short circuits blacken the blocks out
m registered voter, motherfucker quota Give some baking soda and a quota Man I flow straight up out the water I'm break this game till it say out of order
yeah ooohh babyy (this right here goes out to all my west side queens bait area. los angies,sandy angeio, san hosea, matter fac' the whole mutherfuckin
out (Uh-huh) Hot shit be ringin the cops out (Come On) Street niggas is ringin them shots out [P. Diddy] Short circuits blacken the blocks out Now open
like it do something nigga Where I'm from if we don't like it we do something nigga And you know we gon' ride homes Stomped a nigga ass out until they turn the lights