Oh well,it's over... could I understand?? why life gets harder when you get older? coz u say it's over but promises were made.... stronger than time....
, every body part is official When that ass wit chu, got my dick hard as a missle Don't hop on top 'cuz I ride around with a pistol If they pull us over
with? Man, we ain't fucking with that fake motherfucker MC Uh, whatever that motherfucker name is Man, we got a real crew, we got motherfuckers over
When I make some money man [Female] Word, word [TTBrag] I'ma ball at one of your Circle Line Books [TTBrag] Park that motherfucker on Nostrand Avenue [
y'all niggaz can't believe this I read you like a whole avenue that's filled with meters Parked, fuck your back talk, I watch how niggaz cat-walk Over
Suga even in the dark, or when the lights were on Sista even in the park, lover my life is gone I saw the flaws, now we both grabbin' for straws Over
dickies that match Beach cruiser riding on the handle bars With a 25 i might be jacking a get away car Boulevard nights fights at the park that spark
Wilson, countin' the mill's I'm talkin' to Andre Harrell with a chauffeur drivin' me around In the green Rolls Royce, parked parallel on Fifth Avenue
Holdin' red pepper, everybody on reach I need a beat to expand, the mind guide the hand Pen stroke, excellent quotes of literature 'Nights over Egypt
park Drinkin 40's, till it's dark Talkin to a grey haired man In a tie-dyed shirt and ragged pants He said, That's where the hippies used to play Down on Avenue
[Baby talking to Wayne] Ay Wayne I know this bullshit that I'm hearing ain't true right Ya feel me These niggaz out here picking bullshit over money nigga
Noyd, party's over, tell the rest of the crew Havoc, party's over, tell the rest of the crew Black Ice, party's over, tell the rest of the crew Queensbridge, party's over
shot blasts through your left clavical Melt swizz suits and paint the avenue's Havoc How you want it? Bent Scheme or straight blunted Many are rare, rore, Havoc has just over
the bomb? the Ryder truck? the parking garage? the princess that didn't even feel the pea? remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?
Well, you went uptown riding in your limousine With your fine Park Avenue clothes You had the Dom Perignon in your hand And the spoon up your nose
Once upon a time Kris Kringle stole a beat up Maverick parked behind my house He used a screwdriver to jimmy the lock After that he jumped into the stolen
and they always tryin' to find Something to say about the brother man I invent em flip 'em and send em Rhymes set you jumped like I poured king cobra over
down by Gilmour Park You could do a little time and save my broken heart And I tried to come clean but I guess it's no use Face is all over six O'clock
