the ground Just try and stop me Just try and stop me now So take your best shot Show me what you got So take your best shot Is that all you got I'm not
-a-marole You a handshake away, and them fingers is cold [Blu:] Touch art, lush heart, brush my niggas' shoulder off Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me
get a piece I know you feel me cause you too near me not to hear me So why don't you help a ni**a out?Sayin you cuttin welfare That got us ni**az on the
much, potintial youngster let me got ya mental and to a place with a sourness of pain you'll never taste by God's grace you were born with that face
you with slugs Fuckin them whores Instead of claiming what's rightfully yours Pierced a hole in my heart from all the pain you caused With no direction you
tapes every day me and Freddy B Been famous since 1983 Give me ten dollars, and you straight get blessed A rap all about you called the special request Oakland, you
time they ask you, why you live the way you choose too Say 'coz Bubba set you right, the only one they loved, knew you That leaves you with no excuse
I'd be a different me but I didn't so this is me Me in my position, what would you have done Would you of done what I did? Am I what you would become
you got pull when the only pull you got is the wool over your eyes Gettin knowledge in jail like a blessing in disguise Look in the skies for God, what
But whatever happens We're going to make it as one To my family Thank you for everything you've given me You had my back when no one else believed in me
a God Just think, just think, what if Malcolm X returned Or Dr. King returned, tell me what have we learned? As we takin' our turn, tell me what have
t see me on TV Or hear me on the radio But you industry brats Better check Billboard and Pollstar Before y'all get to cryin About who get seniority at these shows
nigga best deals You can get the steal If you ill I'm concealed with a Technina millameter by my side God used to guide me lucifer beside me Evil was
you gon' grow up? Nigga knick knack pattywack, give a dog a bone Im still down to sell crack got a fiends home God bless the child with a flawless
rig-a-marole You a handshake away, and them fingers is cold [Blu:] Touch art, lush heart, brush my niggas' shoulder off Now that blessed soldier know that protocol, show me
you get started, control it girl, roll it girl So you say that you want me to roll it Tell me boy now can you control it I bring the fire, you bring
you in the dope game or the rap game or what situation you hear my friend there is no such thing as a fuckin friend mabey you got to
by me, they frontin', yo They couldn't understand that we was a team I used to come out, hear you words, talk to me, walk with me, brother Cool, try to
