Do you remember a time When you believed in yourself And every note was in tune with how you really felt? Cause I?m filled with this melody, but I?ve
Mislead Three strikes There's no school When a teacher strikes This economy This monopoly Get no job Just own your property Now it's back to What comes
are buried in the cemetery Shit is scary, how black on black crime legendary But at times unnecessary I'm gettin' worried Teardrops and closed caskets The three strikes
But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing
: You can have washington i'll take new jersey you can have london but i want new york city i should get providence i've got a job now los angeles -
in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah [FORTE] When pandemonium strikes, at midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic On some absurd shit You talk back
the po po, drop top switches on the lo lo Your skinny nigga with the fo fo Make more hot tips like off in Dodge City Elevation say they ain't gonna
Three strikes There's no school When a teacher strikes This economy This monopoly Get no job Just own your property Now it's back to What comes natural
AS IT'S SITTIN ON DOVES, IT'S LOVE CUZ WE AIN'T GOTTA GO NO WHERE LET'S GET IT CRUNK TONIGHT I MUST ADMIT THAT I'M NOT SO BOLD WHEN IT COMES TO OTHER
east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah When pandemonium strikes at midnight Full moon splits soft niggas in a lunatic on some absurd shit You talk back
the po po, drop top switches on the lo-lo, Your skinny nigga with the fo-fo Make more hot tips like off in Dodge City Elevation say they ain't gonna
But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save then baby, come on Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing
weight couldn't measure a snow flake How you gonna shine on a God while you rotate? I dislocate your head, your neck, your back, your legs Your kneecap, back
that lingers over the city There it is and I wanna preach about it, looka here Every year about this time I get to diggin' up Old school memories that I keep stored in the back
Three strikes There's no school When a teacher strikes This economy This monopoly Get no job Just own your property Now it's back to What comes
the night Where i'm from Mint City, where we roam Come hard over drums Everybody wants to hum Some other niggas song, be on the dick Of other crews too
