We're moving slow passing accidents and we're singing to the ambulance saying oh my god i don't care about the car and oh my god i don't care at all
I'm sorry dear i haven't been sleeping because when i have i woke up and thought it was winter i'm sorry love for leaving you out my head is an empty
buried Never got to see they dreams For everything I touch you touch For every step I take you take For every breath I breather you breathe Every dollar
cultivate raps It's gettin' filled moms jack penny It used to be unknown around the way Now my bix became a bouqet Every nose in it, fillin' up seats
the mix I guess he thought he could of been gotti in the flix But at this point I'm just pocking a body with a stick Now a days rapping is a childrens
Grafitti, No nothing What if Hip Hop was never born? Let me make this clear, Just a thoughtif it[? ] Now that would be something No scratching, no cutting Now Listen, No cars
did you think I'm scary now, shiiit I look like frankenstein thats been slaped with ugly yet children hug me on halloween theyyyyyyyyy every halloween they want to be meee theyyyyyyyyy every
was cold hearted So now he had a choice between going back to his life Or making money with made men, up in the cife His dreams about cars and ice, made
cold hearted so now he had a choice between going back to his life or making money with made men, up in the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made
down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mac I supply it now My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats Couple of
respect his cake And cake mean his stock, net gross Young kids step it up, go for the most New cameras in police cars takin pictures New hustlas gettin new street figures And US embassies overseas almost every
even angels want you dead know unity is power but wisery divides and in time of crisis, everybody watch its own business Every man to his Mafia, every
, smokin less than I did befo' You see the kid was broke till I spitted vivid expressions of hard livin Ghetto children, of a lesser god, religion was fast women, expensive cars
. there are no signs of life. the factories loom about her and in every shadow are eyes. and i n every eye is a strangers car. now she cowers beneath
the way for a woman in a? man?s world Life happened, house, kids, 2 cars, husband hits tha jar, Cheques that don?t go very far now Now she in it can?
you sane And too often they think that they could stop me Now every show we makin' half a Maserati And the only thing blocking me is paparazzi Now it
