You're getting sleepy Very sleepy Soon you're going to fall asleep... Just rest relax the drip will drop fast You lay down, for the first time I am far
(Talkin 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto liiiiiiiiife (Talkin 'bout ghetto life) [Busta Rhymes] (In the ghetto) Sure we be takin them chances While we search for the answers we be smokin them cancer
Yeah... y'all really want this to happen? (Game time!) C'mon! ... ARRRRRRRRGH! [The Game:] Homey it's hard not to kill niggaz; it's like a full time
contemplate on Ceasileo the great My motto 'Fly states any where pick a date' Your man light weight, holding like a cake With him comes the drama he like
the cob What is life? Life is Too $hort I play the bitches like it's a sport Yeah, I'll play the bitches just like y'all Like Dr. J played basketball
singin' 'bout (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) Ghetto life (Talkin' 'bout ghetto life) (In the ghetto) Sure we be takin' them chances while we search for the answers We be smokin' them cancer
I'm gettin' money like a motherfucka I do dollar like the Yao stretch Casino chips that Denale bet Ain't spazzin' at the house party Mink draggin'/dragon like
bosses Plus the jewelry so truck, the cuffs get you nauseous Two years, been through like six divorces Now the talking put my business in the street, but I'm like
touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate Fuck your corny debates, I'm like cake or maybe like 10,000 dollar rabbits The
more control since our last date just tell me kissing the dick you made a big mistake and you can to quick i'm like what the f**k is this some cancer
I never keep the gun on safety When I get this money, y'all gon hate me Y'all act like Harlem aint that shit, go 'head and play dumb Like y'all don't
your ass to pieces Where my cancers at the one That'll cut your ass to shreds Where my dogs is at the one That'll bite your ass to pieces Where my cancers
stayin' wit' me Niggas in banged up cars wit' battle scars With shit bags attached to they drawers take this time to pause For the not so lucky weak like
' on my destiny like salamanders Enchanters 'cos I run their goose and I be the gander Cleanin' out the digestive tract of hip-hop like cranberries Shinin' like
Verse 1: Uh, yo Her shoes straight was hooker Don't play, I cook it, what's shakin' sugar I'm gettin' cake, fetti, cheddy, makin' mucke She said she hate
Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream About me, about you, the way our American hearts beat Down in the bottom of our chests, about
tantrum, sick, call the *** cancer One man show 'cause I *** all the dancers Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer These *** let the rumors sit in they head like
