say and the things you do. I'll never see things from your fucked up view. But you'll never change. Be that way till the end. Keep fucking things up again and again
get to clappin' and He and his boys gon' be yappin' to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again
looking back, only forward, this whole spot blowing Who coulda known he'd grow to be a poet and not know it And while I'm being poetic let me get a stoic and
how it used to be When the jester sang for the king and queen In a coat he borrowed from James Dean And a voice that came from you and me Oh, and while
phone and it rang again It was my boy Hakeem who valets at Crustaceans Sent an email with picture attached With my girl and some dude that read... This
the tongue like the double edge sword? Talkin' out the neck like we wouldn't push forward But we murdered you *** and rap suckas, while you *** And we
It's like I'm takin? five steps forward and ten steps back Tryin? get ahead of the game but I can't seem to get it on track And I keep runnin? away
filled with grace On the way to heart's communion Steps we take, steps we trace All the way the heart's reunion Paths that cross Will cross again Paths that cross Will cross again
] I stepped in the jam with the guard on my side and the guard S.T. is still waitin' in the ride, So I step to the DJ and tell the DJ "Yo' throw the wax
welfare check can't buy a house and a Benz What'chu wanna be, a mouse or a man? You need a hustle, somethin' that'll make some cash Don't step on the
facility with artillery like Attila you rap with all filler and I'm sure the crickets and fireflies Don't try to dispute we shoot straight and rarely miss and
Thought the gutter ended in the 'Ville, then I saw the sky They get wet daily, it's a live nigga water ride Just slow and steady when the rain step inside
I keep it comin' and comin' across the table And if I miss, I never miss, 'cause I'm able I'm lookin' forward and I'm lookin' over my shoulder And I'll
dropped. Bag in hand with his hammer inside it. Shoes so shiny with his Cuban cigar lit down two steps and to the right. Lucky ten was his number tonight. Stepped
One step forward Two steps back Three steps forward (Go) One step forward Two steps back Three steps forward (Go) One step forward Two steps back Three steps forward (Go) One step forward Two steps
