I am at, Arnold Schwarzenegger style I'll break you back and your neck, believe me; I've been thru a lot of shit, be happy that you could afford to miss Understand, I
looking down I know you're out of breath You're hit by the way I've left Just hold me tried and true For I'll be waiting Waiting here for you So dim
Lex on the celly Now you gettin' fucked without the K-Y Jelly How I made it you salivated over my calibrated Raps that validated my ghetto credibility Still I be
i'll be here when you rise to part the seas that frighten your mind doubt comes all the time if you cry i'll cry i'll be here when you wonder why
back alone I'll pretend I'm brown or negro ? ? ? ? ? Shut out the pain and ? ? ? ? ? Chorus Let me tell you now Hold me, like you would a m-16 Put
up in your residences Runnin' busters for their presidentials In my sights I won't miss you Once you gone I won't miss you Livest nigga be a dead issue
late I'll be your mirror You won't hesitate I'm easy to be found Whenever you come down You got that walk You do the stroll You make me lose My ground
tails, kisses and girls Behind my cigarette I'll make my last bet To keep our words wet So the contracts Can be met It's a joke They promised the world
banzai. dry your eye, please don't cry, I sing a Lullabye before I sting you like a horse fly. of course my, style will Make you testify. I bet you fry
I owe I'm just a sketch of a man, I'll let you know When I'm (?) " Then I hurt you, deserted you, left you alone With your loneliness to wear just like
now you're such a splendid actress you can play all the parts on your own no extra, i'll be in the crowd scene around your home you think that you're
run any faster I can't make myself only you can Tomorrow I'll find you there Beyond the street lights, nails and board in hand And I'll beg you to figure
you were rights, I have no home, My home is non-existent So long, I was here but you missed it, So kiss this, I hope you know you pissed it away. So
kids You can pray all you want but I don't forgive You shoulda been doin that before you did what you did I aint gotta spell it out, pimp you know what
and I make 'em dance Everytime I grab the mic, and take the stand How many mics I gotta break, till I make some grands They say I'm ready, cause I wreck