hating on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the squad car and lock me away Give me
on me, they don't want Jayceon to play And the DA waiting on Jayceon to make a mistake So they can put me in the SWAT car and lock me away Give me a
earth Let our hearts cry out, so our voices can be heard Let us walk away together, from the never ending rain 'Til the sun will shine for all of us again He said, all
the game on smash, the real nigga's respect us, the rest well, they all ass. Don't none of them sell records cause they all trash. And they all weak,
said, "Stars couldn't get me in a car. I don't know what type of man ya are. You might know karate do me and get away I got a glimpse of your license
-Unit's what i bang [Chorus- Young Buck/(Prodigy)] You can take me out the hood but the hood still in me A Project Nigga till the Lord convict me (Yo
reason The American dream Only makes sense if youre sleepin Its just a cruel fantasy Their politics took my voice away But their music gave it back to me
bright that used to keep me warm it doesn't even glow. The ashes and the ground will soon unite and then the stars will be my only light. Reminding me
distant shores, find the open door, Stand alone, in judgment for tomorrow. Years of pain still haunt us all, we saw the last sunrise, Take me home, in
on [Repeat 1] [Trina] Take me to a place where all my girls on top Take me to a place where all the Benzes drop top Take me to a place where I ain't
mami I be stoned, I be, I be, I be blowed Got me copy rock star, Weezy Baby fuck these hos Gotta pay me now for me to even take these hos Price sizin
herald a time When man will be damned for all his crime We all were too bold, now we all can see How the lifegiver's bleeding to death before me I am
love 2 gas but 4get dats highly flammable all tho is free there's no hope so mandem dont vote bojo dont no about these cold roads we all know someone
you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone
secrets will be unlocked for you, and great enlightenment shall be yours. [XERXES:] Yes, master... and yet, there is one realm which intrigues me above all
clergy member from Mecca who heard of me worshipped me I got away nervously, talked about it purposefully Next time I see it, it's gonna have a word with me
Abusin em, rockin his jewels like we usin em Low pro star, seven thick waves rock Polar Roll with the older God, build with the Son and the Star [Chorus] All these MC's start