I don't cut tonight That's just my mood now, I hate it came to this How else can I say it? I don't speak no other languages I'm fairly ripped now, so
your hoes down, shady ease up Man, chill, nah I can't god dammit rap is a landfill Drop that anvil, these are shoes that you can't fill Shit the day
who cut other people open like antelopes but if we can hump dead animals and antelopes, then theres no reason that a man and another man can't elope,
on I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for my city I put on for my city, on on for
my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my whole book Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily At times I question God can you blame me they can't
did some wicked shit to her that was unheard of, You fuckin coward. Ain't gotta tell em' go to Hell, Cause that's the shit that make them other niggas
dreams I aint reading off the script that they picked (for me) I aint pissed, naw couldn't give a shit (hardly) I be shitting on them niggas that was shitting
all, if you ain't knowin' I been through it In other words I Been through the storm, through the cold and rain Every thing's still the same Can't control
you You can hit it in the morning, let me sing it to you [Chorus:] You can I hit it in the morning You can I hit it in the morning You can I hit it
this shit hi power N-gga nothing less than hi power 5 star dishes, food for thought bitches I mean this shit is Huey Newton going stupid You can't resist
, like how could they afford something we can't, they never seen these dollars before I wrote this here for the government, me and my people sufferin' break bread with the immigrants, not word for
bullet inserted in your head, a shot got Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's pays And you can sing
Clan that get CREAM And back heads down every time we sing Give us a hundred grand for a show, let us rock For more money, more chicks, more private stock
grown man, nigga, stand tall Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog? Don't it hurt
certain things mesh I got my own sound, I don't sound like the rest And even my attire and my choice of dress And not long ago I don't spoke English
's locked up. I know you don't get a lot of letters from me, we don't talk on the phone. So hopefully I can do this shit for you and it'll last longer
to pay the price Tre said, "There they go in the alley Sitting in the car they probably blazing right And they can't see us cause we behind them" This ain't
the dope, man Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man Flickin' Starter coats, man, man, you don't know, man We don't care what people say This is for
