I took her through Shit, I shouldn't have lasted this long Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone 1 - 'cause when a woman's fed up (No matter
a fuckin ki, so guess what I open my dresser drawer, 50 g's and a ki thats what I saw, I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit, Im just in the game and the
score a fuckin key so guess what, I open my dresser drawer Kici's jeans and a key, thats what I saw I saw a bunch of shit now I be legit Im just in the
Now where I live there's a homeless man. He sits upon a crate Yeah, He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make. Now if you ever come
sucker MC's in a war-like attack So Chill (What's up?) Tell these punk fools that they ran out of luck (Hey yo Eiht) What's up? (Boy, I think you said
to be a g, that's why I learned to flip a key From the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slave Now who wanna get paid? but i'ma a hustler
's their fault They like the street they must like the asphalt But that is man woman and children The system has stalled shelter's home That's not what I call it I
head up I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up (Damn) What about all of the people that died in the past? Peers, I can't get back with too many found guilty And I
erosion Now where I live there's a homeless man He sits upon a crate He makes a rusty trumpet sound like the music that angels make Now if you ever come
So when I see and hear things each day, I picture you there and I know what you say Yeah A.C. would of laughed at that, I hope you know that I had your
the sucker MC's in a war-like attack So Chill (What's up?) Tell these punk fools that they ran out of luck (Hey yo Eiht) What's up? (Boy, I think you
pushed] [Woman on phone] Turn that damn music down man! [music fades] Turn that music down man, your shakin the damn house! What's wrong with you? This is not a club! [Music
s their fault They like the street they must like the asphalt But that is man woman and children The system has stalled shelter's home That's not what I call it I
when I see and hear things each day, I picture you there and I know what you say Yeah A.C. would of laughed at that, I hope you know that I had your
to be a G, that's why I learned to flip a key From the cradle to the grave, you either a master or a slave Now who wanna get paid? But I'ma a hustler
fault They like the street they must like the asphalt But that is man woman and children The system has stalled shelter's home That's not what I call it I call
