people are really weird. Phyllis: Pull it on my back, just a little bit, it won't, it won't hurt, just a little bit over there, this side, it's terrific
how It was growing up with ungrateful brothers about It makes me wanna scream, it makes me wanna shout Ask what I did for them and their mind blacks out Day by day
and says "I know" And love like a rocket Like a rocket on fire Goes straight up to the sky Loves like a rocket Like a rocket on fire He'll love her till
S and K, it's spray Comin' away, the B.T.J., it be they I'ma hold it down, wit' sounds Like clowns, walk the trey pound Now in the underground, B.T.J. just entered Remember
is when it's my memory Haters comin' around here, talkin' about 'Remember me' Nah amnesia, Cham leader apparently You are just a follower now I'm about to set a
's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on it's time for this new producer
There was a boy who came into this world At the hands of a holy woman in a holy place He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog Saw them reflected in the
nigga don't front You had it for a minute but it seem like a month [COUGH] Now I'm chokin, smokin, hopin I don't croakin, from overdosin... Hey kid, (walk straight as a
his ass, bag dun for his loot Figure me to give a nigger-y twenty-one gun salute That's seven shots for Tupac Seven for Biggie Smalls Seven for Freaky
in your jeeps (that's right). So buck my sound, I put it down for the underground, I got the women cause I'm slamming, jamming. Got it going on this time for
piece together what's already broke. Remember that glue never holds. The same that goes down for all the shit that goes down The assholes that bring us all down
, your wedding ring Brought all of the memories back I remember the bite and breaking my teeth I remember choking it down Eating your fingers one at a
the phonies A wise hustler once told me, it's on you Though it was dreams when he first told me, now it's true I got love for you only to a certain
unless there's a beat in my vicinity Huh, I grab mics for the glory And run with two tight-ass dykes that smack the hell out of a rapper for me Crush
want it And us, who won't be denied Its a struggle every day, success is far from fuckin free Unless you plucked it from a tree, with J and ICP Shaggy
or direct they try to put you down put you down,low down,way down underground with no sound And all the bullshit that they talk they can't just even hold down
in. I remember he had a GuccI bucket hat on. I remember it like, like it was yesterday. And Hiphop said "yo play that one beat for him." And I played '
a brother But another So now it's time we evolve And get together and solve it Cause the world is revolvin Around a terrible situation One will kill another for a