Don't wake me up, let me stay in bed (Weekend's over) Don't wanna work, can I call in dead (No way under!) What happened to you ? Now take a look at
the exit All black everything in my black V it aint a game and if it was itd be a black Wii I'm on mah A game, never on that B shit, you on that B shit
And even that nigga ain't seein me My reflection have a hard time bein me So the tryna do me shit, It's time to dead it I'm what ya don't do, Even if
know you ain't over there starin at my girl Nigga I know you don't call yourself holla'n at my girl I know you don't call yourself holla'n at my girl
V. too Put both of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose) Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake Don't interfere with family business
possibly has A V12 ambulance that will get you to a hospital fast (We done came out the cages in shackles I ain't call a pager to track you I'm loadin
just a G, everybody in the streets know me I represent that Killa Klan and the S.U.C., and the Guerilla M double A-B They call me Ro Dog, giving it to
cry like a bitch, run up in yourself like a man Or call on jesus when you see that warm blood on your hands If the sun ain't shining, you better try
Click for life, S.U.C. Screwed Up Click for life [K.T.] You bet it's me, K.T., new S-U-S-P-E-C-T Living better and cutting and trying to stack my currencies
been avoided I just wanted a friend, feel me But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo'
a lot of a lot a shit and from dat I learnt a lot I been waitin for this comeback Now it's on me The group split they said I wouldn't do shit But I'm
be tellin Know there's dope bein sold, but +I+ ain't the one sellin! Don't want to be another number I got a fuckin gang of weed to keep from goin under
a caper Cause a nigga straight sufferin from lack of havin paper My bitch fin' to have a bastard, see? So I needs to hit a lick, drastically I see
2Pac] The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID I said, "Excuse
a couple times you'll have to change your heart Have doc usin donors, dead niggas with spare parts You come back wit lungs of a snitch, an the heart of a dead
trade Switchblade, with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen inch blade Shit's like a samurai sword or sensai Shit just don't
[Verse 1] I this day and age, babes strut with their shades up C, B or A cup, usually in make up, they flake up Won't date me cause I took a pay-cut Even
up!") but you're way off course Cause The Source doesn't cover ciphers in Short North, motherfucka [Chorus] You a battle MC? You ain't battle Shay We called
