good, not just the plenty and with all our abundance we end up empty. We deserve cake but we've settled for crumbs, but I know one is better than a
a message when you kill a nigga third cousin Niece, nephew, they gonna need Tef' too This'll a go in and out they chest like a breath do You Clay Aiken
a verse and a half I cut the brick and now we countin the math, we 'bout that birdplay My crew's committed, you dudes gon' get it Have a seat you through
a thousand to have 'em Niggaz in the street move faster than, Michael Jackson's album But the shit don't really matter to me, we get better G Bet the
seed nigga [Above the Law] Two thousand somethin somethin it's a new era A nigga's too real, now see shit too clear See there's more than just this scrilla
: [Chorus] A man would die a thousand times Before he reach one with soul The one he beathes will be his last breath Or does any one ever known He died
off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed-off They took a chance and lost let's spray A-K and make
I've got mine just watch this space Yeah you just wait Hold up a mirror you should see yourself you think you're so much better than everybody else but I?ve got time just
been a hungry nigga The type to set a whole entire country into a frenzy hold up Whatever niggas wanna do, niggas wanna try Fuck it, I'm better than
bounce C'mon, c'mon, c'mon {Verse One} Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in? Nigga guess who just walked in? Lynch, most (?)
he spent a little dough I'm 'gon fuck If money ain't a thang I'm sayin let a bitch know Typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (TURN IT UP
making me bust Hip-hop is suffering, meaning I'm a necessity, if nothing But you like every other rapper - cornrows and a bandana But I get a hundred and fifty thousand
year was a success, of the Smoke Out '99 was even better than the year of '98 and Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate TWO-thousand
feel the pull in the land of a thousand guilts And poured cement, lamented and assured To the lights and towns below Faster than the speed of sound Faster than
heard call A voice quite different from those I had heard Though I could count that number on one hand My lips too dry to speak a single word, I wondered
is sick For me, being just a sick, this conflict Gets my dick harder than arithmetic And I know how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from
play hookie just to see how good an emcee was He said I bust a battle - aight, I still took a gun No cheeba, cheeba just a Libra on a last ride I waited
