the watch on my wrist says it time to go but if that's true then where are we going i'm dressed to kill but don't know why the hell i even try when
the watch on my wrist says it time to go but if that's true then where are we going i'm dressed to kill but don't know why the hell i even try when there
is a storm You coming with me and we'll get to the shore This is hardcore my brother, I got to live for this I got a love fo' Oorah! Class five-five
We know you've heard this beat many, many times But we bet you've never heard it with such a vicious rhyme A rhyme with class and plenty of clout To show
could tell the day she asked me To stay after class that it was all bad But I just bit my lip and acted all mad The bell rang, class dismissed She door
Dinkin's is the man, so magic form the plan Yo Strickland run the point, Jordan is the guard and (Organize) So we are all black people (Organize) So called Negroes Second-class
Yo, yo I will not stop runnin' 'till I'm winning the race I can't live with myself being in second place [R.A. the Rugged Man] Ay yo, here's a little
I got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me Yo, shorty, if you drive, I let you push the five We could take a ride, shit, it's nice outside I figure
be Nice Tragedy's all in my life Love is what destroyed my life, life Mommy always told me 'bout life Life never plays to be Nice Tragedy's all in my
dead Born to lose, you're just bad news You don't get no second chance I tried to get myself a job Because that's the way that things are Wanna have nice
and honey What are we living for? Two-roomed apartment on the second floor No money coming in The rent collector's knocking, trying to get in We are strictly second class
when she was doin' Aristotle Style is not a logo that sticks 2 the roof of one's ass Style is like a second cousin 2 class U got it! - Style, come
you tell?, I got the rhymes that sound so well Yeah, I got no time to waste, back and it's time to embrace, kid is too nice, I ain't fallin' flat on
around the Krazy Kings And inhaled second hand spray I'm cryin', cryin' Where the walls talk your defiances And alliances were made With a fugitive dash after class
that was sickly and wet, And I offered him one of my cigarettes. He took it, afraid that he might appear rude, Then proceeded to sell me some second class food. Nice
You broke, but you grinding all day and night You on the block pushing caine, with Jordan's and a chain I know, everybody wanna have nice thangs But
(performed by derek b) To the people in the front And all the people in the back row Nice to see y'all jammin left to Right toe to toe No more introductions
smooth, remember the name I used to wax chump rappers like it was a game The rhymes that I've accumulated and lyrically created I counted and amounted everyone I ever stated Play second
