It'll Happen It's gonna happen babe But it hasn't happened yet I'm not gonna let you get Ahead of yourself It's your Achilles heel Though I want it bad
it sounds And this might sound a little strange but I'm a tell it I found that jacket that you left at my wedding And I picked it up to smell it I wrapped it
You'll be heroes on our planet} But why us 3? {You're the chosen ones, you'll just have to trust me} [Interlude] Yo should we do it? Man I don't know
Lordz we make your terrific shit tragic My pen and pixel make violence more graphic I take raw coke, cook it crack, saran wrap it One muthafuckin' verse and it
it out on me but that's about enough You put your hands on me again I'll put your ass in handcuffs I guess I fell so deep in love I grew dependency I was too blind to see just how it
:] She got the door locked, and the lock don't fit, your key, Yah you punching up her numbers in the ADT, You'll be wondering how the hell this happen
only gun If he needed it, oh that bitch, we both beatin' it I could tell him a secret, he ain't repeatin' it Cuz that's my dog, second grade to the morgue
? Don't come unprepared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weatherman tellin' us It ain't goin' rain So now we sittin in
pixel make violence more graphic Take raw coke, cook it crack and saran wrap it One muthafuckin' verse and already it's a classic One muthafuckin' verse and already it
Ah, what should we do? Now it's spreading its thighs You'll be heroes in my planet, but why us three? You're the chosen ones, you'll just have to trust
betcha He'll be out for revenge They patched him up within a week, he was back at it again Went to his brother on the North side Grab your shit, it'
punch the clock Thought he was bulletproof and got shot It's either heaven or hell, him or me Locked in a cell or out on the street Every day on the ave another brother
as it sounds and this may sound a little strange but I'mma tell it I found that jacket that you left at my wedding and I picked it up to smell it I wrapped it
ya my nigga ludacris my homeboy my dawg my brother from another mother talib kweli and this is how we do man hate it or love it guess who fresher than
were rough And take it out on me but that's about enough You put your hands on me again, I'll put your ass in handcuffs I guess I fell so deep in love I grew dependency I was too blind to see just how it
She got the door locked and the lock don?t fit your key Yeah, you punching up her numbers in the ADT You?ll be wondering how the hell I let this happen
Fuck brass knuckles, I'll punch you with brass fists Totally flowin with my emotions in my moment of madness I'll wake up the whole barracks, murder
