'm like what are we to do with a house with no roof look up and pray to whose above you God, yeeup, now just look in your seat, black people, white people
what got me here, you hearin' me Me on my black man in the future shit, call me Billy Dee See, I'm just forward looking, that's how I really see See
I used to ride up on the hill And look down at the darkened Silhouettes of tall black windowsills And my heart jumped
... x 2 could God do me a favour? I could really use a favour can I get it tonight? (repeat once more) {dialogue outro} yo cuz why you takin' me to the
a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and bacon, Mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions
me be Or let me be me, so let me see They try to shut me down on MTV But it feels so empty, without me So, come on and dip, bum on your lips Fuck that
Man, man, look at the sky All the stars man The stars is beautiful tonight Look at 'em Ghetto superstar, that is what you are Comin' from afar, reachin
hair in his wheel chair His eyes were bloody while describin' what lies before me Said "Evil bitches and jealous men would try to destroy me" It occurred to me
the source They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go Where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he
They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid live, where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at? Know he got dough
trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They looking for a hero I guess that makes me a hero Rubber-grip-holder reloader, come at me I'ma
Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple Sing boo But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give
' here Classic shit Murder Inc. Ja, B. Brown, Murder It's that real shit, Rule, baby Bring it back my, niggaz Goddammit, Goddammit Goddammit, look at these kids here Now, tell me
's change the world (World) Everyday the devil at me and I wish the Lord threw a hummer at me I ain't happy me and Eazy-E in a B E N Z With my niggas
t you give up, it's gonna be better times If you believe, just believe It's no tellin' what you'll receive Livin' proof, look at me, look at me, look at me
I've been here All these fake niggas come to my funeral Look at them sheddin' they dry tears Look at my baby mamas and them trippin' out Actin' a fool front of my kids
bust one time and muthafuckas call the cops on me Thug you don't know me, so don't think y'all finna hold me 'Cuz homie niggas don't know me Back to
