to sleep It's everything I never turned my back on I never meant to end up this far alone It's arrived We see it's time To be the ones who'll never
] It's more than work- He is obsessed ! The man is driven ! [Emma] Just give him time, I ask no more. His work's a crime To be forgiven ! [
run wit a gun smoking hot All around the world's where I go Places that only I know Goodfella not gunshotto And I'm tellin' niggas, make money's the
my nigga push ki's like Beethoven It's gonna stay like that till the pearly gates open [P. Diddy] And here we go {overlaps Verse's last line} Aiyyo, let's
The pimp nigga named Twista from the cold Chi When the sun's, shy gotta keep one eye, nigga I been shot at and stole on No protection from one time, only
at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all 'O's' I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now
Yo what's up man? Yeah, I gotta trunk fulla this shit Word, broads still with me man, comin' over to grapevine right now Yo I can't talk right now man
are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave you bob you got stuck And now you're trippin
on the 3 That's me, the motherfuckin', T I got ride on my surfboard, rhyme hard But only buy the shit that I can't afford That's everything, that's why
which side of the law you belong Yes,the game has flash,but sometimes hurts Behind any mistake,hard times lurks And jail's not your only problem,though
ill and a jam is filled With ten thousand screamin' people now that's the pill Who's gonna dog the set? The Ice will And once I'm in effect it's overkill
Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know
care? Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough Drop science, still bust the ill stuff So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is mine Track the
' with my eyes open Wanted for a homicide ride, the gun's still smokin' Didn't know what I was doin' but did it anyway Now the posse's on my trail, they
now you rappers ain't got nothin to say? Yo it's their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it 'Cause it's time for
one looks, no one hears us this time It's only me and your conscience tonight If there are no witnesses, there is no crime Why wait for later? I'm not a waiter Something's
Curt Mayfield's music (Are you a pusha?) Damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya And only pull back to cook ya, partner Cot damn, it's a new day Cot