[Havoc] It's a motherfuckin shame. Everytime I look at the goddamn news, or read a motherfuckin paper, some motherfuckin bitch or nigga tryin to dis
Your Mind On Paper Keep Your Mind On Paper Keep Your Eyes On Paper Keep Your Eyes On Pape Keep-Keep Your Mind On Paper Keep Your Mind On Paper Keep-Keep
once hit a parked car in the street It shook her world Slipped the rug from under her feet It was okay She said it had hurt her and a stray bird It
your slippin like i'm throwin a banana peel on the ground and you can kneel to the man of steel as I leap to the sky with a bird's eye view and you must
comin' far then we been Rick's home two apartment's where enter Tight friends mo bounce to the ounce Cuz the Wood the shit, I done got me Fifty ounces out of birds
my buddy, That's the AK47 made his neighborhood love me. Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin, Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak
me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip
groups in my hood but don't nobody drop Plus the block is hot, and this dope game cold Throught rain sleet or snow birds gotta get sold [Somebody] Birds
smell is unbearable Hold the first layer of bag beautifully that'll keep animals from tearing open the bag to get to the meat Squirrels, dogs, and birds
with them gats, gats Niggaz on the strip, strip Puffin' them packs, packs To my workers that stays sharp like razors play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper
could never catch the great Bobby, indestructible High producer production Suck to the wall like suction cups Yea what the fuck is up you duck You better slip
show that Full Force, ain't none to fuck wit) [Raekwon] Aiyo, take money and chill, the most illest out of reels Jump out of wheels, prada slip-ons
highway or in public places we dumpin' on ya like that Nigga You Delinquent we on yo' ass like that Chorus You Delinquent muthafucka give up the pink slip
Kase, Mystic) [Chorus:] I'll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy You know nobody ain't gone (fuck) you like you need baby Let's slip
fell out your ear I'ma look behind the couch, finding all kinds of shit Hair pins, erasers, crumbled up pieces of paper Broken pagers, and a half pack of grits Cuz I slipped
moment we?re letting slip away There?s nothing left to say but this is my love I?m not your mocking bird That sings your cellar song She got a paper
Another day slips away and I gotta wonder Lying here in my bed do I even care Everyday seems the same, seems so paint by numbers Early bird catches
