. . . Don: Tell me, did your father demonstrate any affection for you? Phyllis: I've been watching you on the screen for four weeks . . . Finally, my
know he's gonna be there, Back your border when she knows someone crossed it, Don't let nobody put you down, who your with Take the pain of protecting your
ass booger hanging out of your nose Im the stink on your toes im the weed to your rose Not one of your friends but one of your foes And spittin the wicked
J I'll be your guide for today, k? Good, got mad doors and mad floors Hallways, crawlways, walls for nedens Make a left just before you make a right And your
the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each other for the hatred of others We must move into the suburbs and punish the rich for their ignorance For
alone So tell me mother fucker, how could you die for the throne? When you don't even got the fuckin' heart to die for your own It rains acid, one day
cocktail through your momma's momma's house Nigga what the - where everybody live! Undercover nigga take your teeth out your mouth nigga Chew your food up and put the shit back in your
that is important to me aint nobody you know livin' that ever extorted me My fam i'd die for, cry for, lie for take a knife in the eye for Nigga, im
more each day And if your heart is locked and you can't find the key Lay your head upon my shoulder I'll set you free I'll be your security A moment
Keep your head up. It's a high society It's time for some realization, Not fueled by media manipulations But the manifestation of the last generation, legalization Fuck your
Blind to me trying to be kind Volunteering for your firing line Waiting for one precious sign The flicker of a smile You should try it just once in
this flow, slip in a new fo' So when your click roll, I let my clips go, Niggas on opposite polls I got that confident soul, for those locked in a hole
..") I seen death, seen thugs cry, it's bugged why we let the slugs fly, enter your brain, through your skull Another thug died, pitchin your soul, into that infinite black hole
lip, don't give me no backtalk, yeah break North Don't make me get my gun and blow YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN HEAD OFF Once again, niggaz know my style, GOD DAMMIT
up, to the barking from the Rottweilers Pull the collars, make em sit for the Godfather Then I holler, to Justin my son, run the water for the shower
wrong people making all their money. but once you've started you just can't stop, 'till you made it to the top. well life of drug, it takes control, digging deeper into a hole