street Cause I gotta eat Hold on [Khujo] Am I awake or is this just another dream? I pinch myself invisible bars cover my cage Done lost all conception
[Planet Asia] [Chorus x2] I be handlin my business when it comes to the wax Steady conjurin the concepts for the conscience in tracks I'm on a worldwide
the way son Dice Verse One: M.A.R.S. First of all let's talk about these ill capers And fly ass frontin bitches that now caught vapors Niggaz run up
is arhythamatic arhythamaticulas this rhythm is sick this rhythm's ridiculous arhythamatic arhythamaticulas this rhythm is sick this rhythm's ridiculous well up until now your only concept
[INTRO] We was born in the streets of L.A. Where the streets ain't safe at night Between the beeper and the color of a rag We have chosen the mic, right
d do If thirty thousand rioters came running after you? And who would clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some
streets of the A but you know what (don't put yo hands up nigga that a get ya ass knock out) I got some new niggas sum new street niggaz ready to do this
my groundwork, check how it's masterfully laid Composition when written gets classically made Start with a concept then collect the beat Sit and write the bomb shit and rep the streets
about to see him and his folks depart Bling bling, chain glow in the dark Mo' flavor with mo' ice, cold-blooded with a frozen heart Hes not street-smart
credit You clean like a radio edit You couldn't tell that the styles that I use are embedded like Dyanetics Rhymes on time like FedEx Alert the medics, it's about
: [Planet Asia] [Chorus x2] I be handlin my business when it comes to the wax Steady conjurin the concepts for the conscience in tracks I'm on a worldwide