Woorden:
G B H From Here To Reality

Out of the frying pan, into the microwave. I need my fill, gotta satisfy my craves. I missed out again, 'cus I ain't had enough, When the tough go shoppin

is won, got no industrial spies 'round here. One a penny, two a penny, blocking up all the roads. One a penny, two a penny, trucks are ditching their loads. Piling 'em here

' to make sure my son never become a bastard I've never been the one to quit I've always been the leader But I feel this world is like a b***h and I know

the hard times Sat across from a man reading El Diario Riding the train down from the El Barrio Went from the station to Orange Julius I bought a hot dog. From

to Philly I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B.I.G

not, I'm blowin spots, on whoever be showin glocks And what nots, walkin around fakin mad rocks The only Rock I know is B.I.G., wakin up and I double G-H

few years back I was mentally ill it's hard to come back from that But I got through it now I got my sanity back Y'all are like H-B-O fighters get the

to Philly I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B.I.G

to Philly I forgot my cheese stake, that's what I told the cops So they wouldn't get the dogs start searching for the glock And I can't forget, B.I.G