't it alls lovin it when the artist can't talk People like us man confuse drugs crew And revel in the static electric pain of payin dues who breath some pro
I come prepared off the block, keeping one in the cham-ber Back from no where here comes the black lone ranger From a rookie to a star, to a certified pro
bride [Act 1: Cops Coming] [Mr. Porter:] Cops comin', shots fired Babies cry, I cry Wishin' I, could change what This is just my life [Pharohe:] God
See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot Took alot, never took a shot God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason Try to understand my pain,
imagination can give me wings To fly like does over the streets watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug block missionaries Pass out papers that read: Love God
SwishaHouse bitch now get crunk or get ghost [Big Tiger] It's the million Big Tike I'ma knock out pro Leave a niggas fronts on the god damn floor Ramming
bitch now get crunk or get ghost [Big Tiger] It's the million Big Tike I'ma knock out pro Leave a niggas fronts on the god damn floor Ramming niggas
but the blunt But the O heads in the pro-jects, hit the he-ron Dozin off in front of liquor stores through a p-long Don't know how to act, Sister Eve
ain't it alls lovin it when the artist can't talk People like us man confuse drugs crew And revel in the static electric pain of payin dues who breath some pro
at? [Lil Dap] Why it gotta be like that? Niggas, don't act because he flip tracks And broads don't know how to act Chillin the east, with the Group
I'm fine like a martian Young based god and I'm based with the martians Martians [x16] I act like a bitch cause I'm rich, see my name Based god ultimate
come prepared off the block, keeping one in the cham-ber Back from no where here comes the black lone ranger From a rookie to a star, to a certified pro
to be the pain in butt Dubstep blazed the competition, everybody and their Gran knows the words now to Katy on The Mission. While Magnetic man got the peoples love too Pro
[Act 1: Cops Coming] [Mr. Porter:] Cops comin', shots fired Babies cry, I cry Wishin' I, could change what This is just my life [Pharohe:] God Why
