I drink my whiskey, I burn my clothes You shove cocaine up your nose I'm high on you, oh, my God Daddy, can't you stop the pain? No, die like a criminal
me I drink my whiskey I burn my clothes You shove cocaine up your nose I'm high on you oh my god Daddy can't you stop the pain No die like a criminal
: You know they got me trapped in this prison of seclusion Happiness, living on tha streets is a delusion Even a smooth criminal one day must get caught
' me baby Better say my name [Beyonc?¦] Any other day, I would call, you would say "Baby, how's your day?" But today, it ain't the same Every other word is
the laughter, sing for the tears, {c'mon) Sing it with me, just for today, maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away... [Verse 2] Entertainment is
miserable cloud the street found reason to believe theres fire in their hearts theres virtue in their eyes there is a call to rise there is a cause to fight there is
every night Subliminal - so absurd It's criminal - yet can't be heard Bloodsuckers - how can they sleep at night Bloodsuckers - nothing but parasites You will be on the stand today
: [Verse One] Today's agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra Go to room 112, tell em Blanco sent ya Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges I got
shining light Autonomous power Finally this war is won Golden days of anarchy The new age has begun Moloch masters, democrats Diplomats desperation Criminal
life span after dark my city's a fuse one day i say today we live as a lion and when our cubs grow we'll show you what war is good for
carrying spoons, because boom, he had a massive seizure Hot chocolate lovers, guns is published Detroit bitches out of town be dying to fuck us This is
dollars, Hopin' these niggas don't blast today. [Bun B:] Pro smoke, pro choke, Anti-broke, conservative liberal Left-wing slangin', right-wing hangin' In criminal
Spend Dough All These Hoes Is Trippin She Ain't A Politician Honeys A Polotician My President Is Black Rolls Golden Charms 22 Inch Rims Like Hulk Hogans Arms When Thousands Of People Is
president is black [Chorus:] My president is black my mayback too And I'll be goddamned if my diamonds ain't blue My moneys dark green and my porche is
