away nothing's been the same Don't know what I'm living for Here I am so alone And there's nothing in this world I can do Chorus Until you're back here
before I got paid Before whatever mattered, what I had in my bank Yeah back when I was tryin' to get into that subway And back when I was rappin' for
's a joke, I'm the funny type So I'm foolin' around, I'm just foolin' around I'm just foolin around, I'm just foolin around (Igh, check it, look) I'm
's blacker than it's pink Descending from pharoahes who travelled the narrows and all of that are such See me at the crossroad pimp-struts I'm quite illogical
I'm Not Saying I'm Gonna Change The World But I Garantee That I Will Spark The Brain That Will Change the World Better Show Respect Before I Lose It
back on the wall Man I'm so drunk if I wasn't a playa I would probly fall I'm a head buster But I don't think I'm better then nobody else I just don't
face free my partner Grace What's up to that Los what's cracking cause I'm straight lase What's up to that Pokey What's up to that Woldy Always kept
my name Some people call me the crooked, some people call me the Don Some people call me heartless, cause if it's beef I'll smoke your mom's And your
[Z-Ro] Time and time again, I try to cope with being poor But I had to say just what I feel, so now I'm kicking in your door My daughter needs pampers
I'm the M-A-R, the Q-U-I-S Here to run down a rhyme at your request I'm the New York born, who's sharp as a thorn I came here tonight just to get it on
good We've done the right thing like you knew we would Because we are here for your dancing pleasure With our microphones, cause that's what we treasure Now
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 in the ghetto, to get us through
This is what you call ryder music All the gangstas are ridin' to it Let's roll, I can show ya how we do it When we ride to that ryder music (let's go) [
Betha's now preachin the Psalms (I see you Mase) And I can see B.I. rockin the Sean John (let's go Big) Yeah right, this is what "Life's After's" like
odyssey. and now i'm back,--what's up,--check me,--take a loupe,--for the close up see me through, i'm a soulman, i'm a soulman, and i go shoob... Ain
't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed
