a one-way street We gotta make it out alive And never let 'em drag us down In the game of life we live and die Another breath begins Another chance to win
a one-way street We gotta make it out alive And never let 'em drag us down In the game of life We live and die Another breath begins Another chance to win
Shocka locka... [Cee-Lo] Shit, behold it is me, it is the epitome of extraterrestrial energy Experiment and enter the internals of the inner me The art
in the turrets and umm.. wit' a me Tech won't slip up, Wet up one of them Po-Po's, the Bone, Bone won't let a me duck, Lil' B won't set up, wet up, get
test me though, homie I might do it Check my track record, the feelin' go right to it It was easy for me, I was born to win You was born to hate me,
Aight, yeah Hot shit E-40, um I'm goin' Let me breathe on ya, man Let me speak upon a man Let me teach you somethin' about this game Let me show you
broke to havin dough, cause my price Range is Rover Now I'm knockin like Jehovah - let me in now, let me in now Bill Gates, Donald Trump let me in now
me What you say? Oh these hoes gon' pay me Nothin' but the hog in me, nothin' but the dog in me baby Nigga thats pimp shit, born to mack Nothin' but
be working for a paycheck Than waiting to win the lottery Besides, maybe this time it's different I mean I really think you like me, me, me, me
type of pain Cause they don't give away hot lunches out here in L.A. Yo peace to the Dub and the Maad Circle For giving me the chance to let the rhyme
wish he'd just hit the gas and let out a cry and tell 'em all they can kiss our asses goodbye My dad he sweats the same job from mornin' to mornn Me
devils Play me in the winter, play me in the summer Play me in the autumn, any order You want 'em I got 'em drippin' like water Catch me at a hot spot
One Don't ever disrespect me Two Call me "God" like you from Wu-Tang I put a bullet inside you cause the truth ain't Your record deal advance to me Is
my praises to God, one verse is like a full choir My every thought is pain, strain and stressing me to death Everyday is like a rehearsal, that's prepping me
tone,steel toe eruption, it's a gusher! Tonecrusher smith,usher the style,stubborn born criminals foul within the isle Let off a signal with attitude,magnitude ,beat through, me
what really happened in the '60s Was that this country took just the first step Toward admittin? that it had been wrong on race And creativity burst out
let me in Tell the owner hit the locks when we stepping in Charlie Sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win