[Music - Lorenzo] [Lyrics - Tecchio] In The Words Of The Profit Fly out of this world we're on, you'll get a global point of view Altered consciousness
[Music - Lorenzo] [Lyrics - Tecchio]
kid like being heard, and the kid says the learning starts burning, he aint certain, now hes standing on the side of the curb, trying to make a profit
and my pockets got fatta if a women had beef then I already had her ppl will chitta chatta but to me it didn't matta I was bumpin for a profit tryna
deeds, then you die And when it's my time hope I don't, cry [Z-Ro] Living in the ghetto, day by day I'm bumping trying to make a profit, cause I gotta
that I'll change in time It's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend I swear I'll never call you bitch again (and that's my word) [Chorus: Tyrese
stay down for a nigga so that's why I love you Reminiscing needing tissues Fighting over childish issues, swear I can't live with you but without you everyday I miss you Word
, Bow had 'em duckin, screamin, "Get they cash!" So now I got the law on me, my phone's tapped So I had to send word through my lil' homies Tell them
[2Pac] (hahhh, hahaha) Hehehe, word It's like all we got left - teardrops and closed caskets (throw it up fool, hey ni**a, haha) Tell me how you feel
it my fault papa didn't plan it out Broke out left me to be the man of the house I couldn't take it, had to make a profit Down the block, got a glock,
forty-five We drinkin forties, lil' shorties livin naughty lives You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, FUCK the coppers Hangin on the block, slangin rocks and makin profits
on the floor I slid through the front door With the 9 and the velour A cal in my pocket You wil', I'mma pop it I'm down for a profit I'm ghetto as hell
Verse 1] You can take your last breath, put your vinyl to rest No fight to the death it's a suicidal success Jealous of you? You're 5'2", low IQ My words
hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don't get fed on this boulevard big bank in my pocket double up with my profit see this
pore Make what you will Are you with or without The force cannot be blamed Just the hunger or greed Supplying the ugly drive Dirty water no profit to
that this could last forever But maybe one night is even better Real nigga mayne All the people plotted with Is the same ones I'm dividin' the profits
whats yours is mine no need to second guess it check im the gloss and grind the gritty and the floss, the profit and the loss all intertwined because i profit
