've gone far enough, that's why I'm washed up It's over, I mean it It's over, I believe it now I'm washed up. AFTER ARGUMENTS Deathbeds and guarded borders
them But hopefully by putting it out, push the bank a little further.. This ain't a burner for the whips (no it isn't) This ain't even Aesop Rock fly earthworm demeanor (no it
end up thirsty the day the nursery collapsed In my hand I hold the plumage of a buzzard suffered for circlin' nutrition (seems barbaric) I may have just saved
know I plot up in the shower After the water hits my back I jump up in the act, and rolls me a 20 dolla sack It's like that It's like that, sometimes
skee before it gets to late. So don't perpetrate, just give it to the Eiht. Called up this bitch, I was already fucking. That made it easier to get her
Think about it, put it on the faultline What'll it take to get it through to you precious I'm over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this Such
of the fact That I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back It's the Roc, psyche nigga it's not But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it
to go grind, so get your mind right I'm feeling like, it wasn't timed right Cause we started getting involved, right after I hit the limelight It started
bum [All without Mona] They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' They had it comin' All along All
so smooth, it should of came with Pete Rock And lets not forget who made me hot It was Dr. Dre that took me out the weed spot. You want credit, forget it
with As for this one well, he'd be fine but now it's all up to me! And I'm burning to bring it about If I don't I'll be stuck with goodbye and good luck
pave it So I twist one shake the weed out Close the book up and save it 'cause my son li'l mack Might grow up and have a crew And he can show all his
Cards of the lash were calling to follow suit E7 I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in hot pursuit D a Jealously. C#7 f#m All through the night
The morning rain clouds up my window.. and I can't see at all And even if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it
fine Why don't you come up here and see me sometime Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up Stop and get me on the ride up I'm
disguise, guy...I'm bent up Know the sky's high by coincidence and I'm tied blind insignificant To the ground function I'm Munsoned, it's the dreaded 7
That I stay throwing up the rocks, like the Carter was back It's the Roc, psyche nigga it's not But it's prolly a rock sized bullet, up in it's pop Sorry