another year gone by, and nothing left to show for it surrounded by new faces that feel like they will be here forever next year comes and nothings
slay they hoe But I don't wanna let the a.k. spray so Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me I do this every year so I ain't never scared I
(*ad libs in beginning*) [Verse 1 - Fabolous] I don't know what you've been told About these fours that you control Now everybody know the brother's
Remote controlled - under the heel of submission All freedom burns on eternal fire There's no more independence day Forever gone never have another No
on Z-Ro I leave they flesh wide open Let them take me for what, cause I be damned if I slip Beretta beam in the club same thang on my hip Another case
year old chicken head you callin' wifey? Pencil-neck, in an Avirex from your moms You in your mid-20's hittin' up junior proms You abused your creative control
Every Clock is ticking faster Taking trips around the sun Another year, another chapter 5 and 4 and 3 and 2 and 1 Drop your calls, lose your keys Before
was a very rich man He told me with sympathy: take caution If you wanna take my little girl's hand See money that I have might be good for something .. to another
cloudy And I know what you don't know You better get on your mission and get down for your dough See the real niggas ready out here taken control See
brain so cloudy And I know what you don't know You better get on your mission and get down for your dough See the real niggas ready out here taken control
If there is no such thing as time, you're already there, and you're controlling this cycle. You say, "Man, look what we found here, Einstein," or whoever
your bullshit, for another day Feeling confined, like I'm being forced in My vision's blurry and I'm lost in regrets It's overload, and I'm out of control (out of control
- Dawn] We've been cutting it close with the backwards & forwards It's rocking the boat; we gotta get control of this Let's take it back to three years
York is back [Fat Joe:] Mutha Fucka i'm the heart and sole of this, You claim king, but we in control of this, Name another rapper you see on the streets
no smoke, no scorching Flames He is risen... Sipping his poison the raven sings Yet another to add more bodies fallen King from below this one controls
the door Free your self 'fore get ya ass on the floor! Ah be a maniac-ah! lose control (just lose control) GET NAKED!! Strip down to your soul! [Bridge
if you gon' crack a nigga, might as well be a head Cause if you targettin the L.O.X. You might as as well target a box That you gon' sleep in for years
