a hold of the wheel So you don't crash Believe in yourself like I believe in you And I won't let you crash (I won't let you) I won't let you crash (I
greatest. See the fact is... what you doin', I did it. You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it. That's cool, I was the first one wit it -- You'
on a crash course What you think I rap for, to push a fucking Rav-4? But I know that if I stay stunting All these girls only gon' want one thing I could
my Lord Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born you chose me You always hear me when I'm calling Even catch me when I'm falling You're the closest one
out he was a One Minute Man (OH THAT'S CRAZY) I'm like, dad, can you get my freak on? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Cause he couldn't last one minute long (OH THAT
Just came home from doing a bid (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Now how you ain't gon' change the locks? (OH THAT'S CRAZY) Didn't sit there and call the cops (OH THAT
much time on the telephone. Who says you can't go home? Who says you can't go home? There's only one place they call me one of their own. Just a hometown
' dimes Spendin' too much time on the telephone Who says you can't go home? Who says you can't go home? There's only one place that call me one of their
Took a look inside And what did they see Two keys and a gallon of P.C.P Oh shit, the thought crashed Mitch's subliminal Three strikes, that's called
boilin' hot I crash down on the floor of the ride Punch the gas, drove that Benz through they punk ass Hit Vernor doin' 90 Looked in the rear view, no one
the night before Possed to the corner where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called
it Chorus It's going down now On forever Square life is never Buck wildin is your life stylin Mashed out Hit a motel room Crashed out Called
man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is it really like baby} It's eight a.m. I roll out my silk sheets Get fly crash the Limo back
Babies are born and pawned off to grand mama The bitch ain't done, she still lives for the drama Lookin' for another baller to hit and never call her
the Syndicate cellar an' let your body rot 'Cos I'm the coldest motherfucker that you ever heard Call me The Ice or just The Iceberg Evil E was out coolin' with a freak one
the greatest see the fact is, what you doing I did it lames trying to clone my style, run with it thats cool, I was the first one with it you deluded
