When this old world starts getting me down And people are just too much for me to face I climb way up to the top of the stairs And all my cares just drift
need in, right Let sista nip this in tha but you can't face wit this playa, hellin foe rhymes, sayin this Family Scriptures at last remain this stickin
cop Son you been fuckin with them niggaz! Look just put down the gun and let this bullshit slide Nigga I ain't puttin down SHIT I'm tellin you let's
deep up in here The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair Chorus: Raekwon, RZA Older... Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down Yeah,
When this old world starts getting me down And people are much too much for me to take, up on the roof I climb right up to the top of the stairs And all
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!! [Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu] Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
2, 3, thousand problems A lot to do I call up the underground let me speak to that nigga Lu He said, "Taliq, whats up my man?" I got this nigga locked down
- Carole King When this old world starts a getting me down And people are just too much for me to face I'll climb way up to the top of the stairs And
the miners are having their big Christmas ball I'll take you in a door and up a high stairs Singing and dancing is heard everywhere I'll let you shake
now that I feel all the weight on my shoulders I fall So here's a couple words for you To let you know what I've been through I've got this off track
it's cold outside Me so sorry that I let you down But you keep haunting me in this old town Like a lamb to slaughter Don't stop haunting me in this
me that) These niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the down low I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) Fuckin' break these kees down to quarter kees Let
woman and I said (With a shoe) I'm in the mood to mambo Bongo crazy Shh, let me into one of the secrets of this place Y'see the late night flick knives
, out on chelsea row Descending the stairs, frankie my love Check your make-up in the mirror Come on, baby, let's go We'll dance round this dirty town
this one's the blackout Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaow Dunn can you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this It's that G type slang that makes this
heavy tread of the heavy feet That belong to a lonesome cop I open shop When the moon so long has been gazing down On the wayward ways of this wayward town
times gone by Let me introduce my brother A bearded gentleman, historian Sucking on his pipe, distinguished accent Making me uptight, no accident I wanna stay alive Everything about this