you don't wanna die So why bring it my way? "Common Sense in a ghetto in Chicago" [Common] Yo Tekzilla You know I ain't the type to play killa But this day still
of me A handful of hopes and a heartful of memories September love You're all I ever think of Since you left me crying In the pouring chicago rain September love
think if You Blow Then You gotta be on the TV Show Crackas is hypocritical Crackas will rob and shit on You 'Cause see You do what they do They know
, double M O N I sit and think with a drink Do you wanna be a MC? Or do you wanna serve? Do you wanna be dope? Or do you wanna deal it? Fabricated acrylic
light, that's how we do with one and other You just met that bitch tonight And now you actin' like you love her Fuck you, you a whore I gotta keep it
when the ruger clap, is rufus back I see what you thinkin, you want me to die, is that so? Now you left leaning back, thanks to Fat Joe You got reservations in heaven, you
If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain
newborn, you'd be the jealous older brother Yea, daddy love us but in the meanwhile You talkin behind his back and in his face you smile You moved out the house, You
heads Some things last longer than you think they will There are some kind of things you can never kill It's you and you only, I'm been thinking about But you
me to the hospital But they couldn't stop me from laughing so they just left me alone So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time, you know
her friends Lisa, Teresa, Maria, Tia, Lia and Kim I love y'all broads, no disrespect to my dogs but I love y'all broads, yea I love y'all broads To the
t it all in the struggle? Got you wondering, why? You wanna bubble so you hustle Building the muscle that's not needed So the other one you ignore it and feed it More fantasy and you
dreams still want me Some memories still haunt me And Angels will hide in the night The taillights are fading But her face is there waiting in my mind Some days you find love
, you still couldn't see me though As I flavor rub this vidy like oregano I'm slanging them nouns and verbs You couldn't see me with binoculars I guess
show you a style and throw you? For all competitors, Black Thought comin through the seckle 'cause I'm the superior style and you inferior Let me adjust my voice so you
t stop I will not, I will rock The show, the show, it must go on The show, the show, it must go on I can't stop, I won't stop I will not, I will rock
told me on this hoe tip, best tip I could give you to hyp you Is never to let these traits trick you Mighty ambiguous of you to think I love slut, shit Dig you