uh Uh, yeah, you know who you are You have no idea what you're dealin' with Somethin' on some of this realest shit Pop some nines, so I give you the
you cant make a sound Its all you see with the tears rolling down Its what you think Its what you fear But you know you will find Know that its always
wrong? Let's clean the world up before they sweep you gone. This is real talk, so you can peek through songs. So when you feel weak these words'll keep you
don't listen I gave you fair warnin bout the danger you're messin with A stranger invadin the street corners are goners Try me, if you think it's a lie
girl, you want to have some fun You'd better wait a few years cause you're much too young Stop playing games, you might find a guy Who will like you
We are Ghetto style Perched in the south The king of the ghetto The man, not a myth We are Ghetto style Perched in the south We are Ghetto style We are
's like death wish two You've got to know who's fuckin' who! Chorus (4x): Edsel Harris Who's fuckin' who? Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice Living
27 this is our gospel (oh) take my words for it (oh) uh check..listen you see the music business is like the devil's games if you play then you might
get it I run this rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3) They keep on sayin' the same rappers are
it I run this rap shit, now guess who's back You thought I left you, now why would I do that? (1, 2, 3) [Verse] They keep on sayin' the same rappers are
purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please You'se curtains, you use words
to it. Now I drive Come alive from the bottom to the top Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop But? (I know you, and you know me) C.B.M.C. Given
you know you're soft (ha, ha!) Step, Step, Step, Step, Step off Because you got to get lost because you know you're soft C'mon Now you know just who
goes on, right to left, who's right who's wrong Fuck the politics and pride, I just to try to stay alive To witness where the battle lines are drawn
your Mercedes, but first you got to pay me) (You better quit with all the question, sugar who's little girl am I) (Why I'm yours if you got enough money
' you know I gotta thank you for they way that she was brought up An' I know that you were smilin' when you seen the car I bought her An' you sent tears
the monks to the saints keep your eyes on your oxygen tank the ears you ain't either you can or you can't a heartbeat start skip stop off crank you
breath We crashing through you, feel the magnitude We crashing through inside of you It has to do with how you do your thing Be true to only you Moka always telling you