We're moving slow passing accidents and we're singing to the ambulance saying oh my god i don't care about the car and oh my god i don't care at all
I'm sorry dear i haven't been sleeping because when i have i woke up and thought it was winter i'm sorry love for leaving you out my head is an empty
Hustler word I pull the trigger long Grit my teeth spray till every nigga's gone Got my block sewn armored dope spots Last thing I sweat's suc-suc-sucka
see how a town could be brought to it's knees By the armoured cars and the bombed-out bars And the gas that hangs on to every breeze Now the army's installed
to pave the way for women in a man?s world But life happened, house, kids, two cars, husband hits the jar Cheques that don?t go very far now Now she
Town niggas link up Without no further a due I give you Yung Berg and Twista, let's get it in Where do we go from here? Now that all of the children
it down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mac I supply it now My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats Couple
our candles at both ends And we've had some children Who look just like the way we did back then Oh but we're all grown up now, all grown up None of
if Hip Hop was never born? Let me make this clear, just the thought of it definitely brings me tears Now that would be something No scratching, no cutting Now Listen, No cars
'll be See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin' shit I wanna see the streets dark again, let the heaters spark again Police callin' all cars
now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mac I supply it now My squad roll deep, in
was home witcha mother, afraid of the dark I was sleepin' out in Prospect Park Eatin' one meal every 48 hours Writin' dope rhyme styles that you now
did You think I'm scary now, shit I look like Frankenstein that's been slapped with ugly Yet children hug me on Halloween Every Halloween they want to be me They every
America Sweet land of Liberty y'all I'm doing this one for the struggle and every bad doin' brotha' Sista', daddy and mother who livin' in the gutter You want better cars
Sweet land of liberty, y'all I'm doing this one for the struggle And every bad doin' brotha, sista, daddy and mother Who livin' in the gutter you want better cars
Sweet land of liberty y'all I'm doing this one for the struggle And every bad doin' brotha Sista, daddy and mother Who livin' in the gutter You want Better cars
no in between me and you Only me and you Who else gon' put it on me like the RULE God only looks after children and foo's And you not so who gon' look
between me and you Only me and you Who else gon' put it on me like the RULE God only looks after children and foo's And you not so who gon' look after
