And ghetto passes revoked 'Cause we surrounded by the evil You know that the people's minds is feeble They believe in it Even if it don't make sense
it in blocks I'm the Semour Cakester I give it on the arm you can get it from me Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell
day we're right back at it In the same exact pattern What the fuck is the matter with us We can't figure out if it's Lust or it's love What's sad is what
t deny it I just supply it For those who buy it Now I ride by it It might start a riot Chicks won't quiet Long enough to try it Dirt they throwin' mud
Most Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat The nigga got bagged with the toast Weeded, took it to trial, beat it Now he feel he undefeated, he mean it
m the wrong one to lie to Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who supply YOU And ya'll a bunch talk money I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin
it takes is for you to embrace my love it's okay I will supply with everything you need And my love is oh so good, it's oh so good It knows no limits
like Story teller speak of hell and the American plight Money blower, funny though it seems embarrassin' right? Rock shows, blow the do' on a pair of Air
Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it they need it They could smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Prolly think I won't murder
So add it up and break it down (add it up and break it down) It?s not that hard to figure out Your crazy and I?m crazy about you Love songs make me
Deciding as I wait for air to entertain Careful not to (to breathe in [3x]) The right time and the right way to elevate Careful not to (to breathe in [3x]) To breathe in the air
to a land mammal, it hurts to leave ya But I've had enough, and it'll be very relieving Just who do you think supplies the air you're breathing? Humongous
memory. And I?ve got the proof to frame the way. As we danced, we bled across the floor. And that never-ending supply that we wished for. It took me 14
see that Bun B You tellin' everybody out there all that dumb shit but me Alright, you niggaz want it, I got it FUCK IT, it's his space (space) Soon as
I break it down into syllables Simply because it's coming straight out of Brooklyn It sounds so out of sight I got the blind people lookin It's Mr. Man
'ma fighter Inspired, a real rhyme writer Get past the past the future looks brighter But, I wanna get it back to the way it was Exchange blows, elbows and it