Wyclef You got me fucked up I'm innocent Look I ain't do this shit you don't want to hear my side But you believin' that bitch You makin' my nerves bad
staples, but they ain't catchin' no vapors You can't see me, nobody I trust Only the half ounce smokers get no cheese like us I said do you got paper
Kali, it's Killa Kali Buck, buck The killin's on, ain't even safe when you at home Whatever dirt you do gone follow you until you gone So pack ya chrome
I show when I'm around I wonder if they show us that when I'm down See you a king when you sittin on top But you a fool when you finaly drop I Thank the
have a laugh while you complain about your life girl you hate mac & you say you gon fight its all good bro, you entertainment for the night like ima be mad, you hatin cuz im white do
too much time watchin' flicks Who you wanna be? Tony Montana n shit? Well you can start, right before his ass get hit So when I walk up you can see
matter where you're from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that money somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases order that patron tell em we want three cases fuck a black card. You
bad bitch you fuckin' with nigga she get ya set up Boy you done put all ya trust in that hoe didn't ya see what happened to the President niggaro livin
this slums this ain't livin' Jesus We believed in You everything You do Just wanna let you know, how we feel Black Jesus Searchin' for Black Jesus
to do But now I'm back with the facts givin' it back to you So don't let 'em jack you up, back you up, crack you up, and pimp smack you up Ya gotta learn
these niggas wanta undertake you undercut you with these fiends try to serve your cream and when you ain't lookin try to hit you with that laser beam some nigga you
' is for enter at your own risk You know the 'C', that's for the cats that's out to get rich And the 'T', trust no one And the 'S' for the snitchers you
got to keep on walking On the road to Zion, man I've been waiting to do this track with you man, yeah, ha, ha Yeah, yeah You know, they know We got
Gamed with you niggas cuz you small pressed (small pressed) I clap you in your hallway, run you for all your riches While bums fucking all your bitches
Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
Sama??s curse you got a hot verse you on MTV you can dunk in the 8th grade you on NBC kids struggling to make grades in school you run the rock like Barry