You're reaching out for the loneliest hand The friend that you want to make You always mention the people you know Don't you know there's a time and place
You're reaching out for the loneliest hand The friend that you want to make You always mention the people you know Don't you know there's a time and
me high fives Nigga, I be spiked out, I can trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I am most definitely from In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh There's
Glass Joe I'ma go until my arm's sore, fuck it! I go until my forty millionth encore Hip-hop's dead, yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess that's hip
But I'm gonna raise him up I'll provide for him, walk beside of him I am strong enough 'Cause it's time he knew what a son can do With a father's love
ghetto And his mother cries Cause if there's one thing that she don't need It's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto As the snow flies... As the
like the devil's games if you play then you might adopt devil's ways it's an eye for an eye a tooth the same I'm tired of everybody taking shots up my
't pay no mind, goodbye You're walkin' down a horror corridor It's almost 4 in the mornin' and your in a Nightmare it's horrible Right there's the coroner
way you move it You make my pee pee go Da-doing doing doing The way she moves she's like a belly dancer She's shakin' that ass to the new Nelly Jams I think someone's
shit, everybody move Two words, BK , NY, Bedstuy Two hawks, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't play Heavy traffic, one lane, everybody
shit, everybody move Two words, BK, NY, bedstuy Two hard, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't play Every traffic, one lane, everybody
with us tonight Ha, ha, ha, what uh-huh There is such a place that creates such a melody Brooklyn No ladies, it's a living dream It's a living dream, it's
hip hop sucks You got, niggaz on top swingin' from 2Pac's nuts It's like, I could go in the lab and try to write Somethin' that's nice or bright But
, the police Say it, say it like Pac the police Fuck 'em, and that's straight from the underground Where little kids got it bad 'cause we brown Now who am
. or lil mama that's hustling risking her freedom house full of kids not one of the baby daddy around she's just tryin to feed them even if she's layin
some time Only thing I ever murdered, was college ruled lines It's a patent punishment, in America's design Arrested and incarcerated for other peoples crimes, it's
, I scrapes the neighborhoods lookin' for odd jobs It's hard livin' like God in a world full of Bobs John Doe's and Jacks, Joe's and Mary Mack's I guess
by and by Everybody, everybody's got to go Ooh, ooh, everybody, everybody's got to go Ooh, ooh, everybody, everybody's got to go Ooh, ooh, everybody
