here Now there's nothing left We don't belong, we never have God's numbers cancel out I know you're gone, you couldn't stay Look down and light my way You say there's
the station's eye Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves Thank God for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind, In this state of
codeine headed to tragedy Sometimes I think, it's better just to die Because I never seen a man cry, till it was my own eye [Z-Ro:] (what's happening
s a chance, God bless us Allah, you number one [Wood] Well it's my return, and I've been gone for too long I'm in a different state of mind, yeah Wood
Quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side The real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real mutha-fuckas and there's gonna be
the finer things in my life So I hustle (hustle) [Verse 3:] It's a hustler's ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision Moussberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin' the drama means nothin It's
, I need you,I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy you know, its real shit, feel this! [Verse 1] America's got a thing for this gangsta's
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates." And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head. Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not
you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital You'll find God in the church of your choice You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital And though it's
sick twist. The Ruger like a surgeon and it's on, exactly what I cut you with is sharper than a scalpel. Actually, it's too many Bone Thug clones and
see clearly now yall ready know wat it is) Thank god for those days, thank god for thoese nights Though it might seem wrong thank god for that white
Orwell truth's always stranger then fiction, Big brother's on closed circuit TV and on cable, Reality's now scripted, celebrity's for sale, jeopary and
Let's hear the circle K" Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle That's
that number up with the one I said before You are now lookin at one smart black boy Momma ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I
'm caught up in these bad ways havin a bad day So now the game's ugly, and my pain's ugly And my chain's ugly, things became ugly, cuz I'm ugly ducklin