I'm on my own Another thought crime I just can't make it I don't think I can take it and my mind is outta control My thoughts are racing, I've been pacing
takers Plus, the other bosses wanna see yo' guts Check your nuts, dump the bodies in the desert Here's the keys to a truck Me, I'm overloaded, born hard and scarred Crime
it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who woulda thought
walk Then I learned how to tie my shoes Tryin crime, but it just didn't work for me Matter of fact it did it worse for me Gettin eyes scarred, bein weak
clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear it ain't considered a crime
I'm gonna clap you It's too real out here to be scared A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to A man is the last thing you should fear It ain't considered a crime
'd be rolling in bread Until somebody with a pistol come and opened my head But my mission is keepin' ambition I'm trying so hard even though my soul is scarred
that go I ain't heard shit in a long, long time To even fuck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch) Niggaz still livin' off the petty ass crimes
the office And the thought is to be boss of all bosses The cost is ya life, swimming with sharks and orcas So keep ya guards up, or get scarred up It'
Wu flix Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer The spreadin' of body, covers the man in the mirror Kick down the door, unlease the Terror Fam Cracklin', screamin', crime
my culture You may even thought I was drived to faulter Get live like a ???jack that fives you the window main??? Add a little mic and janet you cant understand it Cause ??? thought
, let's go Through the door this dame walked in I swear to James Bond a perfect ten I thought to myself I'm working just forget it Then I thought well
here All those times we sung, all those crimes we've done All those times was fun but would you do it again? All those times we sung, all those crimes
got the key? When I know damned well it's me No I ain't hinting for sympathy I'm used to dealing with apathy The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
got the key?" When I know damned well, it's me No, I ain't hinting for sympathy I'm used to dealing with apathy The scars on my wrists may seem like a crime
's on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide mission Crime
tune in I know you're listenin', so I keep showin' and provin' Play the sideline, waitin' for the right time to take mine Street crime, nickel and dime
and actions of men When I stood, I felt the same as if I just walked in I was twelve at the time, held nines, held mines A frail mind, criminal thoughts
