Ahh ahh can you place yourself in a moment's notice, in my situation? Increasingly you've made me cold and afraid, a lonely companion. Apparently love
Grant me this courtesy; let this be dead to me. It's easy when my eyes are shut, I'd say it but... It's so self righteous, cold and pious. The goodbyes
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
like grieve and heal and mourn? I feel fine, we may not have been born as awake as you were. It was much harder in those days, we had paper routes uphill
done lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route
the same Yo Dre, tell em (We're all in the same gang) [Young MC] Brothers killin other brothers I thought the idea was to love one another? Open up the paper
as a youth. Im fine, im fine, just let me re-evaluate, im innosent, dont belive me? Well, heres the proof. I've been that model citizen, paper route,
this Hen' Everybody will know it Cause I ain't going for it So pray to the Lord that I don't pull out Cuss out and bust out Go the nigga route Make the
those bitches down south You can find em in the 50's all the way to grab you You can get em up in th partha lather Thank you for the paper Never given
lost 100 pounds, I ain't been eatin' like I should This wounded dog in the street is sure lookin' good! Rob this little boy in his fuckin' paper route
I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when I'm sangin now let me tell y'all about this shit, went down the other nite me and the doggs see some niggaz
bangin I got to keep it real, so fuck not cursin when i'm sangin now let me tell y'all about this shit, went down the other nite me and the doggs see
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age
always kept a plan to get doe Like selling the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go I use to run a paper route But that ain't pay me enough,