for sure But I've gotten used to bad news (can't find me a reason for sure) Don't tell me why Yes it's over I can see the end But please don't lie If
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Don't look back A new day is breakin' It's been too long since I felt this way I don't mind where I get taken The road is callin' Today is the day I
Fiddadidadam [Chrous: Fabolous] Look at me Everybody look at me I'm a G I'm a motherfuckin' G Look at me Everybody look at me Can't you see I'm a motherfuckin
up when i am dropping i am just chilling back in my seat ? now i take my girl for shopping no problem look it up for a second life don't got a sequel
a sip of my yack Thinking back of when the city weren't thinking of rap They weren't thinking of rap, they weren't giving a fuck Now everywhere I go they
screeching] Now I got a bentley, livin' a legacy, the same brother We some docka, he won't stop us, better learn, listen, and watch us Don't worry 'bout
the meanest but the cleanest alcohol in my system Tryna get brain ain't talking bout wisdom I'm killing this shit hope you don't look surprised Now bitch
dead in the back Over a dame, for some reason of which I cannot explain My name was little known at this time 'less we use the Boston, Mass. as the measuring
will leave you spellbound Like Devon Madison kid, I can't be held down Esoteric stab a crew who's slang is fresh Mass Avenue to Bangladesh So check, I blast back
Pete Nelson Yelping like your dog Kubrick, them toothpicks gave you looselips "The gauge goes..." I don't give 2 shits That mescaline got you talking like you're MC Ren You couldn't
ain't them beats you record Sounding like my girl's cat when it walks across my keyboard You ain't different, you just can't work your equipment Now don't come back
don't ever mention 'Lo in your songs (Why?) cause even Thirstin know you still live with your moms In the stix where hoes don't even shave Folks don't
looked at the same old page Same ol' rat race Life in the same ol' cage. I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to take Wouldn't know the
throw em out the back door This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants You niggas soft like limp dick and lead progenes Blessin the younger thug wit shit to look
so good you can?t sit down We?re dancing at the ceili All the boys we loved so well So handsome young and charming They?re in New York and Boston now
you test tube baby! [laughing] Check one two, check one two De La Soul, is now back on the map Long Island, is now back on the map Good rap music, is now back
somebody have to go and get a hearse Yo, Game I don't really give a fuck if it's your record And you my brother my nigga look I gotta rhyme fresh See