it's true Fair weather, go figure Calling it quits had its run So I'm calling in dead Fair weather, go figure Some things are better unsaid So I'm calling in dead
foul a n-gga better call a ref, and everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the best when I come to doing this and I be banging on my chest
take about like twenty G's from Gino Tell that muh'f**ker get this nigga next door up out of here Nigga be snorin all night I can't sleep (hehe) Call
on sight They wouldn't took time to ask Word The rollers gave chase at a serious speed One more conviction was all I need This shit was for real This
troops This time they didn't catch me Next time they'll stretch me 'Cause my time was gettin' short All my homies was in court Or locked in a hole, this
't sell white wine Gon' let that light shine ballin' for a life time Smoking on a nice pine, Weezy baby flight flyin You can call him your husband Call me at night time
him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because." Larry was the oldest, Joey was next to last. They called Joe "Crazy," the baby they called
peace That was 1996, we back in the mix I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit But everything started changin', business rearrangin' Then the time
in my eyes, musta not have been time Cause I'm the last of this motherfuckin breed of mine Yeah and can't nobody tell you no different The nerve of this
rob everything i'll be gone a while They aint let you know i'm a grimball whenever the time pause and I find ya'll im taking ya spine off Let's be serious dead
?m telling you this is The City of Dope, might be your world Get a beeper homeboy and just sell that girl I?m from the town called the City of Dope It
but myself cuz I asked for this Headed for fame but in my brain, "hey can I last in this?" Ay five years I'll probably laugh at this Try not to let it
' bout what's next for Ghost The Enterprise worth billions, delay America To Africa, home away, the six text-tillion Turn, Siskel and Ebert givin' two thumbs New York Times call
trip, man Maybe they'll know next time not to dis people Knawmsayin? We told 'em, we let 'em know 'Cause I ain't with it, man, that stuff is dead Dig
next time a girl gives you the play Just remember my rhyme and get the hell away Just last week when I was walking down the street I observed this lovely
head with a lamp or somethin The next thing I remember is wakin up nearly dead With another Fred Flintstone lump on my head Of course I was mad, this
