't put your nose there Drop you to a tank of sharks, your wound's bleedin' And it's been two weeks since they had their last feedin' Ain't nothin' but
[killah priest] The prophecies of a poor man end on a train Take his last breath Slumps over drops his last bit of change A mother pacing by her window
? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible Terrible, what you know bout terrible? Terrible, you don't know what's terrible... (Buzz) There's the buzzer
rather cheap Got the nerve to blow the horn and he try to beep Interfere, in my spot and he's comin' here She's in the white boots, breathin' in my ear
type of high [Everlast] My mouth was dry, I forgot how to breathe And I just saw some shit that you wouldn't believe With this bomb, baby palm, ain't
Breeders screaming dreaming loveless For the bloodless White sound, oceans of dreams I won't be another number on the screen Shhh, I wanna hear you scream I won't be another number White
ways but it wasn't that they told me Place between black and white and opposites attract Possibly that the word of one man is filled by another Yo suffa we breathe the breath
and breathe the fresh air. I'm tired in a way that I can't explain, can't remember the last time I felt the rain, I write in the dark because I don't
cha, They not fair (Joe) [Chorus] 2X That's how we ball, that's how we bang Show them how we are in them thangs, Play your part, play the game Everything's
Won't you turn it up, them wit the girlies, they lust It's the dopeman, my jams run your thirty and up, it's the worst [Chorus] [sample to end]
born just plain white trash But Fancy was my name She said, "Here's your last chance, Fancy, don't let me down Here's your last chance, Fancy, don't
the boys said man is he ever cool And he pointed to the man who's picture was on the magazine cover And everybody kinda said under their breath yeah he's
bump When we done we stay hard, so you don't land shit Suck Skam's dick, off of what a dead man spit Yo that's it, I don't plan shit, you know how
the intercepting rhyme Battle to the last breath or till my adversary declines I've trained in weapons, mic chucks and deadly spinning vinyl The drunk munk breathing
white suburban kids Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cooking soft, or selling bricks He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two time felon
with the worst (Fucking) You can't slam, don't let me get fool on him man Holy shit! Who the fuck is dat? It's John John Sticky Fingaz kid, you got my
ya sound real stupid if you don't hold me right I got MC's fending for me all day and night I could care less if ya on me if ya black or white See,