God made it rain so I'd run to the bus stop God knew otherwise I'd be late. I grab the umbrella torn from a pawnshop, drop all my keys down a grate, but
it, we are You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the God, peace God
It tastes like the end when we get loose Illusion of life just left behind The hardest pain we cannot smooth Abandonned land we were reigning on A rain
I'm back stuntin, yep I'm back frontin Yep I'm somebody who made something outta nothing Yep I know you see something you wantin It's just something
out lemme know There's my mother pounding grain Sun over her head, it won't rain Blood in her veins, boiling again she won't break, pride is her name She made
the highway Listening to music, haven't slept in like 5 days I tried to take a nap, lean my head against the window It feels real I swear to God this
of a semi-important life Far from a complaint, but a mere look at the present showin you the changes that I made The proverbial lemonade that I made I made
, different area codes popping up in my phone Prolly just another hoochie, searching for some sex It ain't got nothing to do with me, it's all about my checks If it
is God gonna come and save me I started out as a Christian, now look at how this world made me I'm crazy, and I can't make it no better Cause I can't
't wanna do it Thought it was God telling me busting, wasn't balm influid Murder murder on my enemies, I didn't wanna do it Thought it was God telling
that Z-Ro the Crooked nigga, Z-Ro the motherfucking Mo City Don And it go down, and it don't stop cause it can't stop So therefor it won't stop, blades
't fuck around with us, it's the year two motherfucking triple o It's a new motherfucking millennium, you niggas can't fuck with us I know god damn well
please Heaven open up your doors I wanna live my life, my life but my life is coming to a close that's why I pray to my God - my God give me strength
Black Jesus! Searchin for Black Jesus It's hard, it's hard We need help out here So we searchins for Black Jesus It's like a Saint, that we pray to
it down, hold it down It don't get no realer than this Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain What's my motherf**kin name ni**a? Hold it down, hold
life Laced with game, practice on takin pain Quick to slang, and let it rain through yo' brain Street smart, proficient, intelligent And keep suckers hittin 'til snitches start smellin it
