same lie Unexcused, so we kill ourselves, let go Gotta pretend I don't know Look back, pulling mistakes from the past, hold on To fake inspiration, retrace all the lies you
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the same lie unexcused so we kill ourselves let go gotta pretend i don't know look back pulling mistakes from the past hold on to fake inspiration retrace all the lies you
sleep, yo they cover us deep Tryin' to puzzle how to smuggle my fam like antiques Been on the hottest corners in the bronx for weeks Do I trust you? Do you want
the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx Streets of state in Island Wherever you see
, mess with this, eff with this If you think you got a chance to dance with your devilish messages Stressing this can only lead to battery You rattle
nigga to see you bleed, the last nigga to see you breath The last nigga you wish you shoulda believed And drag, move quick, blend right into a wall like a brick The only thing you see
In class see a girl you glance at her pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer I'm Number one, one, one, one Damn it feels good to see hip-hop
them handicappin Yo want some Cash Money It's gon be a Ruff Ryde We see that star muffin ?? tears on baby's eyes So when you see us comin Nigga get the
All those of you who are rich, use your riches to elevate the poor All those who think you are wise, use your wisdom and teach the unlearned So all of us
In class see a girl you glance at her Pass her a note do you like me? Circle a answer I'm Number one, one, one, one Damn it feels good to see hip-hop
th Ave Another hundred style, burn out for doughin' us [Trife] Aiyo, the hood's off the hook, hooded up crooks Play the back burner wit black burners
bitch Always gonna come with something sick Anything you did Webby done that shit I'm the come back kid, you better stand up That's why the DEA in Nassau wants me handcuffed You see
cigars living comfy, only in America, you gotta love this country, I?m hungry, I want the bag of money from the chump,* act funny if you want and
minutes later whole house burning, and now you see me in a robe running out and you can here the police coming without a doubt. The cops saw us fussing
all niggas stand for nothing and fall for anything Cuz you really be bitch You feeling me kid, than turn it up a bit You think you hot I'll shut your
to buy clips for burners Ignore you cats with the boring tracks 16 bars, that's trap, 5 grand, won't even call you back Send you a fax and call you wack
