"seek and you'll be led" But instead, instead I loved you I was weak and mislead I was deeper than dead I was sinking in dread now I'm thinking in shreds
heard you beefin with five-oh, couple cases on rotation And on top of that, Bust' Rhymes is now on probation? [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, and I thank Judge
Hook Raise your glass for the people with trash bag blinds(Eminem: Raise it!) You like to judge, but I find that you don't ask why (Eminem: Oh no uhuh
feel good to have love in the hood And I ain't got to buy weed, 'cause my credit is good Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits Puff more weed than dreads
in the court now) Now, before this court passes judgement Will the four defendant please, rise and approach the bench Trust me guys, it's all under control The judge
's den start with dat hatin' I'm tryna help dem nigga's see paypa But dey dan fucked around with da fed Now I'm stressed n pullin' my dreads Dem fuck
t gotta be explained But you don't understand me, so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down hurricane The wind blow, my dreads
in the sky You rise up and say goodbye to no one Fools rush in where angels fear to tread Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one
was mercy, they tendered the plea The judge raised his hand and the prisoner was free Free, well, I'm free Memory's imprinted like some dreadful sore
askin' Cons, how long has this gone on? And maybe all this money mighta gone to my head 'Cause they got me thinkin' money mighta gone to the feds So I ain't goin' to the dread
't gotta be explained But you don't understand me, so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down hurricane The wind blow, my dreads
What, I'ma live for my niggas I'ma shine for my niggas How can I express the sorrow I learn to dread tomorrow Had to see my nigga Yammy dead, he can
No time to linger, they'll point their finger I'm like a fugitive 'cause they're after me, yeah arh These exploitations, false accusations The judge and
the Sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em Said he was a gun man, duke is kinda brawlic Speaks with an accent, Guyanese I would imagine A hot-headed dread
God's plan Heard you beefin' with 5-0, couple cases on rotation And on top of that Bust' Rhymes is now on probation? Yeah and I thank Judge Stevens
just another sign That never went away completely Terror is coursing in me (I can feel it inside of me, it's in diligent watch on everything) Dreading
' t get no love without the dollar You can' t get no justice without the dollar So everything is......... Chorus: Money money money yeah repeat chorus Dollar dollar dollar yeah Judge dread
the ledge I'd probably be in the wedge With this bare spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads And get
