right. LET'S MAKE THINGS RIGHT! Enough's enough. Why have we given up? Lost Track of everything we love. Looks Like the joke's on us, this is all That
taught me that giving up was never an option. I'll be there when you cash your Sins in and all your opinions have fallen. Enough's enough. Why have we
not safari, so don't make a move Protection is the reason it's a different groove Sun up to sun down yo check the time Mystic magic is more than a rhyme
lead marks To me fucking is kinda like racin and I always get a head start My opinion of a sweet dream is a dead NARC Just yesterday guns is blastin
happening, please, whose been touching these monkeys Leave these poor sick monkeys alone There sick, they've got problems enough as it is A man is lying
rest of me. So here I am with nothin' empty pockets, 20 stock tips, a stick of gum, and far too many dreams of havin' somthin, so this is for the frogs
of a young buck (Who's next?) Got stuck, now you're bleedin Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see Got ya mad enough to go and stick
a young buck Got stuck, now you're bleedin Hospital ward, is got your reading Learn about the knowledge of self ya see that ya mad enough to go and stick
lay somethin' flat Know how to treat it, never take for granted, she got me trapped **Chorus** My money, money, money, my bitch is my money Ohhh money you my honey Money is
Knockin Mase shit, face it, we hard to hit Guard ya shit, 'fore I stick you, for your re-up Wipe the pee up, mixed shots, woke your seed up Go in the
for this rap killin Biggie Smalls is the illest Your style is played out, like Arnold wondered "What you talkin bout Willis?" The thrill is gone, the black Frank White is
keep them coming back like a recidivist Hitting them and showing them The difference of pussy whipped and pistol whipped And I'm sticking to my guns just
g-up M-C-A fingering that b-up or that c-up, fiends creep up with their flesh lookin beat up, and my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a
close enough to even touch the kid If you did,you wouldn't get far enough to bag I put my guns to work on your bitch ass Hold up, niggas fuckin up the
all y'all wanna be me See me on the TV, bezel dip in 3D Peep the CD, chromed out and phoned out My shit is paid for, your shit is loaned out I gets it
your door? (this is what I said) You got guns (you got guns), I got guns (uh-huh) Meet me at the corner store (this is what he said) (what does it all