this is getting me nowhere, nowhere Don't try to talk me into callin' it quits You know I'm only getting started and sometimes you drive me out of my wits I learned a lesson
that this is getting me nowhere, nowhere Don't try to talk me into callin' it quits You know I'm only getting started and sometimes you drive me out of my wits I learned a lesson
everywhere - double-dealing lies He's going down on his bad luck - his just deserts He's going down on his bad luck - what he deserved He's going down on
on your heels So you best be on your toes nigga Especially on your flows nigga Cause man they keep on checking for me especially all your hoes nigga Catch me on
we on your heels So you best be on your toes nigga Especially on your flows nigga 'Cause man they keep on checking for me especially all your hoes nigga Catch me on
step in brothers temple see what's happenin From the bass low, coming down from below, Tell me what a sissy know. Funkin lesson is a new flow stalking
children looking back at me back through the foggy window on and on miles pass years turn over on and on there from that rolled down window ponies run
then you die Westside outlawz when we ride, get me high They fucked up when the rob me Put another contract on Mobb Deep [Hussein Fatal] I focus my locus thought on
I ain't never touched a gat that I couldn't shoot, I learned not to trust the bitch from the prostitutes, was taught lessons A young nigga askin questions
Will I last? Heaven or Hell? Freedom or jail? Shit's hard, who can you tell? Aand if we fail? High speeds, and thai weed on the freeway When will they learn
don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to let my little homies Ride on yah bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
voice it in the booth like it's election day [Chorus x2: Vinnie Paz] This is war cousin, we got shit on smash 7L ES on a run for the cash Yo this is
lesson learned in life Known from the dawn of time [Chorus:] Respect, walk What did you say? Respect, walk Are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? Run
you pursue Well, it all comes to you Mama says I gotta learn a lesson From those who crash and burn and fade away She tells me theres a higher hand Presiding on
God on their side. I've learned to hate Russians All through my whole life If another war starts It's them we must fight To hate them and fear them To run
it in, never settle for losin' I'm a thug true, add to or get out the way You could settle for less but I need more on my plate Eatin' good, family good
the sucka that's squealed on a murder? Well, 187 The weapon is kept and ya step and get learned a lesson I grab my Smith & Wesson For punks that run
