be good no more, baby, Honey, because the world is goin' wrong. Feel bad this morning, Ain't got no home. No use to worry, 'Cause the whole world is goin' wrong
couldn't be more wrong, my click was all strong Fit together seamlessly, til you're all gone [Foreign content] The queen by far, is the strongest piece
gangster shit? Put out, gangster hits with a gangster click? Not no prankster shit, Steady B, Mad Lion Just-Ice, Shabba Ranks and shit My Channel is Live, my only battle is
doubt And I've gotta convince her I'm not doing her wrong Before she leaves me Sad and all alone So when the clock hits five I'll be gone There's a matter
But, now competition is none, now that you're gone And these niggaz is wrong, usin' your name in vain And they claim to be New York's king? It ain't
in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone Bitches be warned, word is bonb, you'll get torn I'm bustin' on Guiliani, he rubbin' my niggaz wrong And
lil' more than stare at him Poet I know it, I Mr. modern day Shakespeare I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear The absolute truth, is
and do a lil' more than stare at him Poet I know it, I miss the modern day Shakespeare I'm a rider survival is what it is, it ain't fear The absolute truth, is
along. [Dante:] The last thing I ask of you to do As for I have to walk alone Is just to kiss my face again And say goodbye and not goodnight! [B & V:]
from taking it over This is crack music, go get the baking soda 300 Bars and Runnin, nigga the wait is over I'm gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
career is over, career is over We in QB, banging CNN in the rover T-O-N-Y, that's the phony NORE You ain't the talk of New York, your sixteens is boring
or a stone to build upon? And what's the reason I still perform? Feed my children on How I'm on a hustle from dusk 'till dawn Where all the love and the trust is gone
moms Words born Remys the realist, she know what the deal is feelin like there is still a chance wishin you could come and heal us But the thrill is gone
in the storm, and fuck the world til I'm gone Bitches be warned - word is bond, you'll get torn I'm bustin on Guiliani, he rubbin my niggaz wrong And
a regular broadcast had just been canceled Trae Tha Truth King of the streets And this a new one this year Street's Advocate, nigga I heard some niggas trippin' What it is
m trapped in the storm and fuck the world till I'm gone Bitches be warned, word is bond, you'll get torn I'm bustin on Guilliani, he rubbin my niggas wrong
