wake) I pray to the lord (I pray to the lord) My soul to take (my soul to take) So much drama in a nigga life I have to take the scenic route home,
smokin' on the best 'Cause I deal with lots of stress, out here on this paper quest I'm makin' progress and I'm blessed, oh yes And I'ma get it to my last
the livin' quarter held down wit two nines One in the bed, one in the bathroom at all times So while I'm takin' a shit, I'm at route and plan a hit The
Party people in the place to be From the same man who brought you Da Bichez Da Bichez, Da Bichez, Da Bichez We were misunderstood last time we brought
the homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their little
barber not a bum like you Still gotchur paper route now that's just fine Now you can pay me double cause you gypped me last time You be keepin little
started It's on til the end, til you're dearly departed You know you can't quit, too much time invested You learned your lesson, no time for stressing
control them pains now its time to throw them thangs visions of the stud don't stay empty the clip of am out right ambulance come around by the time the
them pains Now it's time to throw them thangs Visions of the stud don't stay Empty the clip of am out right Ambulance come around By the time the hypes
homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. All that was of value to me was in London, but by the time I reached their little
barber not a bum like you still gotchur paper route now that's just fine now you can pay me double cause you gypped me last time you be keepin little
It's time we start being good mothers from the birth Of our children, no time for sleepin Teach em to fight and win for the right reason It's your time
that's how my nigga do it I met Slacks back in, like '91 rappin We went to Millersville to get away from gun clappin It aint last I'll be in class Dreamin
keep it simplistic No need for the rapper to talk, put it on halt Show me the vault, or the safe, cause I'm on the paper chase Wade through route states
The last time that I saw her She was standing in the rain With her overcoat under her arm Leaning on a horsehead cane She said "Carl, take all the money
like grieve and heal and mourn? I feel fine, we may not have been born as awake as you were. It was much harder in those days, we had paper routes uphill