If I had a hammer, it would probably by covered in rust. I've got a broom and a dustpan, but they're covered in dust. I tried to fill the cracks.
here (x3) New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain, New wrist, knew that, knew this, finally here That day is finally here (x2) New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain New
, bitch-made Punk-ass trick in a basket You got caught up in the mix... It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song So what really goes on Nothing
with it jig with it Hustlers play for keep with it so I keep my heat with it (A bay bay thats my song turn it up) Im with my folks whether they right
it, mean it, mean it (Put 'em back up in the air) Start up that south shit again (Put 'em back up in the air) I'm sellin' this song out to everybody
my song And it's a song that's strong about right and wrong And I'm rock it to you, baby, baby, all night long And it's a song about love, happiness
skin was black like it was packed with melanin Back in the days of slaves she packin' like Harriet Tubman Her arms are long and she moves like song Feet
another year It's another day It's the same fight Different round, sound the bell Mix it up as if you're where you live it up the beat And get risen up
the game, we became it So I painted a masterpiece of an industry tainted It's not a lip of grass, so it's graphic, frame it The hitman, say it again,
Is it fair, is it equal, is it just, is it right? Do they do the same shit when the defendant face is white? If white boys doing it, well, it's success
lame I contain pain and I'm ma give it to the rap game The way you're doin' it the way you're persuin' it you're Gonna ruin' it villain it's a god damn
Mark, bitch-made, punk-ass trick in a basket You got caught up in the mix It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song So what really goes on Nothin
To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting and poured you up of this mixture before it
them, to come alive, to survive It's not enough to listen, it's not enough to see When the hurricane is coming on, it's not enough to flee It's not
New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new chain New wrist, knew that, knew this Finally here That day is finally here That day is finally here New shoes, new clothes, new whip, new
started creepin' But for me it's just sex For her it's cheatin' It went down, one time, two times, once more Talkin real passionate, every time it jumped
Yep! That ATUY2K, here. Up and do it on my mass men affiliates. Now, vibes. You like that? All we gotta do is Record the song and tweak the mix Compile
