to get the door just once more I said man this all fucked up just looking to get something something for ourselves feeling kinda weird and thinkin' to myself fuck
for you Everythings gone that you once knew. Trying to rely on what things used to be And trying to live up to your responsibility. Everythings fucked
I won't compete because I don't need to be In front of someone that wants to compete with me Who needs another aggravation Or a fucked up situation So
've been concentrating On how my seconds I can go without breathing Or days i can go without feeling So tell me again, how your parents fucked you up
looking down the barrel of a gun all the drinks are free and your x is gone another day in the sun has got you all fucked up watch out this is gonna
lines and roads I've known. I know, this time, feels like goodbye. My lungs are aching From the cold from standing outside. After all this time I'm still fucked
strapped the game was mad packed Mad cats pockets was fat They playin' cee-lo, my dick get hard when I see dough I bets nothin' less than a G yo, you
that'll peel guns Spill blood for my duns thuggin' for me Man you don't wanna get involved fuckin' with Pee I spent more nights illin', less nights
, it's hard to shake this feelin' that I might get knocked Dun, you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop VVSin', nuttin' less than how we steppin
this feelin' that I might get knocked Nas: Dun you know it don't stop, we can't close up shop AZ: {Verse Three} VVSin', nuttin' less than how we steppin
411, can't do me none Still ghetto, I rhyme ghetto, my brother's ghetto Never say die and never settle For anythin less than what the devil posess I'm
't no match for Joey Crack, I'm blowin backs out the other side Brothers died and mother cried at wakes, these are the brakes Curtis blow you head like jake (like jake
money up, live right, then it's put right Anybody standin in the Mobb way, the hard way To get his ? feet and the extra ? never lose sleep Never roll less than
give a fuck', don't need much But heat in the truck, weed in the dutch, beats I'm beatin' 'em up Streetsweepin' 'em up, niggaz deals is suckers More than
it outta here alive (if we make outta here alive) Just say you won't look back to see Just who we left behind Just who we left behind After all the fuck
I see I used to never let it bother me Last train remember me Walking past the cracks on 2nd street, watching Lights and sounds the city desn't sleep, and I say Get this fucking
(it's the RZA) What you get so you ain't really hearin' nuttin' yet We'll never let anybody else step Or ever come with anything less for what you
on, I don?t need no bouncers nothing less than a G stack?s in my trousers (Boy) new double-D?s smashed in her blouses fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses