what? A fiend And a basketball star with no team, no dreams Remember good times? JJ and Michael? And all the lil' thangs they went through despite Nobody in the projects gave a
way these lyrics be leaving you Take you to a realm of astounding wonder On the threshold of a less known way to get goin on a super rhyme style highway
living is slowly corrupting my soul Im 2 months out the joint on papers walking with 3 years parole I did 4 and a half a slab and shit a nigga was dying
the hospital table And when he died I cried my eyes out I couldn't take it (damn damn) But the same things continued to happen I'm a kid with a grown
And fuckin fine fee's and 3's with ease For sho the skilled poets Within in the mask up kill for it I'll whoop a fiend with a crushed grill I'll bet his
dreaming about a Benz, even a houpe ain't driven Headed for prison, but mama I'm alright with that Strapped down with a shank in my tank, hit niggaz all night with
roam with a pocket full of stones I wanna live my life with my life, ain't worth the living Cause while I'm dreaming about a Benz, even a hoop ain't
dealing with killers and soldiers Nigga these explosives, trying to blow shit, running you over Nigga controller Whenever y'all niggas try to roll up Thinking I'm a ho, well, come and let me show ya I'm a
and count ways on how to get rich son, show and prove, ask my blitz Stood up late nights, build with my a-lias We can pull a heist, snatch ice, or rock
niggas kill for the cream, cut thoarts and totting clips mama was a fiend she like to fiend for them rocks sucking dicks never ever had a Pa he's an Angolia
fabrics Froze the road we chose, not a pretty route, nittied out Grimey and grittied out, stack dough, jiggy out Dime bitches behavin' like ya sex slave skizzied out
when I aim the gun but holler: A to the motherfucking K with a motherfucking spray-ay-ay A to the motherfucking K with a spray-ay-ay It's 95 keep your
said all my babies get a million Struggle with a villian Hit 'em With a venomous blow! I call on my mighty archang-el Gonna surround my soul but go with
like a cannibal with flesh Still number one like It's KRS With my whole name written across my chest And it goes, A for accurate. P for poetry A for
over, Texas plates with a briefacase Didn't know back then, but he was bringing in the fucking weight I told my uncle fuck a eight, I need a zone Dropped a
To buy my moms a crib, dawg, I?m down to hurt people The dirt we do, guaranteed that I?m going to Hell Going to war, going to jail, going to die Bust a
smash guitars" [Chorus x1] [Goretex] Break with me your out, bang you with shells and heaters out Blast off the terrorist, blow bombs and speakers out
Lord when I need a blessing Devil's be after me supply your child with a weapon My nigga ran up in a bank, sixty seconds for a lifetime bid And I don'