than before, Further than I've ever been from anyone Cover up, wrap your wrists in gauze Fill your heart with cause If it's real or not, no Cover up
anyone Closer than before, Further than I?ve ever been from anyone Cover up, wrap your wrists in gauze Fill your heart with cause If it?s real or not Cover up
Peanuts and politics They think they know it all They don't know much of nothing Even if one of them was to read the newspaper Cover-to-cover That ain
re going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself) And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said) I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take
that you name niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change end up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine get ADT alarms and new names come in
California when I'm riding at night In New York, I be in Midtown, up and down Broadway Having meetings all day, baby my future is (bright) As Lebron's, take
wallet missing Then re-up like kid before the d-cup Continuously getting money with my feet up Chasing the throne, here my black Air Force I said fuck Benzino and got the cover
name started buzzing Aftermath's young gun, and now everybody love him I hooked up with Gavin, Foxy's little brother He took me to Kay Slay, and Slay put me on the cover
skill I run this shit like OJ and pass for the bills Trying so hard to be a gangsta, nigga you seethrough Posing like 50 on the cover of the GQ Button up
up and down your block Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shot It's different in my hood, only time we take shots is when the Dodgers did good
broads Dimes in every state I strike through be on me so hard You know them Bentley bound, {?} down, wild Hummer chicks That wanna take the car, cover up
ya after you juck buck and banks up [Game:] B-Dub [Juice:] As Its time to change up [Game:] Drinks on us tonight put your change up And your chains up
first letter there's been need for another one Cause the other one was compromised by a cover up another one Cause some of us Thought Paul was sending... wait Slow up
and leave them dead to rot Ruff Ryders cut the shit up, like raw keys Like that from Crystal Lake and my last name is Voorhies It can happen niggas, dog
I'm Alright and Joe Perry says I'm Alright Pitched my tent in the pouring rain I got a back seat lover that's callin' my name she gonna blow my cover
sexy (Whoa!) The way you back that thang up on me (Whoa!) Break it all the way down to the floor (Whoa!) Bring it up I can't take no more Are you from
it out the yard Cause you're stalled; how, when you can't even get it started? It's probably cause you too naughty to get up in the party She wanna make