other guys But if you wanna stop me baby - don't even try I'm goin' one way - your way It's such a strong way - let's make it our way Can't stop this
good meal in so long But so long as mommy's a maid Cookin' and cleanin', she wanna feed her kids and her kids are dreamin' Where's my daddy, who's my
battlin But theres way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate And I came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And
it You had your chance, and you blew it You had your chance, you blew it You had your chance You had your chance, you had your chance You had your chance
yourself again And then complain That you didn't like the way I put the knife in wrong You didn't like the way My blood spilled on your brand new floor
walls with a bucket of your blood. don't let this happen again, been so ling since I've had a knife in my hand. tonight it's all coming back, like poisonous
we run this shit Got you all up on your keyboard stunnin and shit Oh you got a couple jokes now you funny bitch (HA HA) Have you laughin all the way
a motherfuckin' brick! Half my body is chuckie The other half is bushwick A short nigga Always pumpin' some lead Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your
recognition, shit Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your
a sauna Just trying to get into your head, pardon the way I treat you Tell me 'bout your scar, did your momma beat you Fuck the mystery, Duke tell me your
your speaker My jams be getting stronger While your shit be gettin' weaker Now Kel be playin' kids like the New York Knicks Taking it to your ass with
surprise, BETTY materializes at his elbow.) JOE Come to get your knife back? (Spoken) It's still there, right between my shoulder blades. BETTY I read one of your
you would've treated your artists right Trying to pimp my peoples art Never giving us a equal part But I was peepin your plan from the start It was never
butcher knife to take your fuckin' life I got the butcher knife to kill your fuckin' wife the butcher knife gets fuckin' used when Necro cooks you take the butcher knife
I run this shit, put guns to your tits and blast milk all over your cereal Run your shit Your clothes Your shoes and if you refuse get your ass killed
put guns to your tits, blast milk all over your cereal run your shit your clothes your shoes and if you refuse get your ass killed all over material brutal sadistic the only way
pains of my grains When I trail this drain on your lifestyle Pull a knife while, you give it up, simp I'm a pimp got your hoe and got your dough And
Brown Hey the line forms, on the right dear Now that Macheath's back in town You'd better lock your doors, and call the law Because Macheath's back