run, my nigga 'Cause we been to known to rip shit up So keep yo' chains up 'Fore you lames get plucked, you shut the fuck up Shut the fuck up 'fore
that change your life 'Bout to touch you just right All night we gonna shine the light 'Bout to touch you just right We make the music that change your
elevator Then look you in the face, Like they think you did it They hate change (They hate change) And they hate progress They hate me and they hate you
all up in your you know But you disappointed cause you ain't my numeral uno So you go acting a fool breaking all a players rule Straight forgot you had
you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
from a stroke of the pen to get the cream You garbage, I turn the channel when you come on the screen Flow so pure, cause I'm fuckin with raw Suited up, booted up
Dav West] We Make the Music That Change your life 'Bout to touch you just right All night we gonna to shine the light 'Bout to touch you just right [
all of his pain You know it crumbles that way At least that's what they say when you play the game [CHORUS] God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear
'm inclined to tell you something intellectual, let me get up in your ear, near, whisper something sexual, i bet you will. she said "please you can say that, you
you must be, but you weren't awake no, you were sleeping you ignored the sun you grew your power garden for your little ones and you found brides
who this?" (chick) "It's me baby, G Luciano, what up lady" "Fine and how you doing boo" (chick) "Ain't nothing new but you, angel, yo why don't you swing
lifted up for her forty first birthday Love is when someone you trust cuts a smile in your face Boy had a dog and poor girl had a stroke like an earthquake
way, could you please pick up two Dutch Ok peace, see you when you touch I wondered if she ever had a coodycat eight-eight Vaughn can't wait to long-stroke
you stopped doing what you do today would hip-hop stay the same? If your name never graced a marquis, what are we losing? If nothing changes in that
life, you can bubble or struggle Use your brain muscle if you hustle Don't let nobody touch you Don't even trust the ones that trust you Cuz the ones you
hard, a good gangsta nigga, blow a stack up Time still movin and shit, stay on the grind, it's just excuses Girls lookin at you, you useless (word?)
hug you Get out, bitch I don't love you Get out, what'cha talkin 'bout Put your shoes on and start walkin [Shyne] You know you hittin, you got me lickin