? Who could have made you, made you want to cry? To have been there, the day You first whispered, "I love you" Yes, I love you When you discovered all those new
loved somebody used to get the party poppin We used to party hot, we used to be in the Hampton's partied alot We was The Breakfast Club you was a part
I sold coke, nigga I pushed lah Carried a fo'five Claimed I was ready to die Promised never to cry Held it all inside Reality was too much to take so
straight up and down Word up, introducing next You know, acknowledge the great My muthafuckin' man J-Love [J-Love] Aiyo, I come through like a Chicago
hanging from a rope Instead the lock me in the cell just for sellin dope When people used to ask if I was signed I would tell them no Cause I was never
to Georgie, sugar, Atlanta, Georgia Let's take it out to Cali, daddy, to California Let's take it New York and meet a gang of New Yorkers Cause I love
I got a feeling you?re turning into a Public Enemy, man Now remember that night you was kickin? to me On the way out to L.A., [Incomprehensible] and Queens While we was
you were standing in line To purchase tickets to see her blow like Chicago wind And I'm ridin with Common looking for Chicago Zen And like Chicago winds, I was
thought I'd feel so blue New York City, you're almost gone I think that I've fallen out of love I think I've fallen out of love I think I've fallen
wit' love, black gloves, red eyes hit me with bubs T-shirt up on my face, fucked up and ready I cocked the 380, got a grip that was steady Adrenaline
I got a couple things that we can do I just had to call ya Big T and I'm from Chicago You know I gotta represent the city doe A nigga fin' to shoot a new
I'll be jackin' off louchers like lotto Showin' love to my niggaz who show me love in Chicago It's fair but it's square, for the love of the game or
Easy gettin slow,now I'm gettin paid for my show Chorus Chicago, can we make g's? Houston, can we make g's? Atlanta, can we make g's? Cleveland and new
, murderers [Ja Rule] Growing up in the ghetto With that New York state of mind I realized that night, that my future was crime Hustlin dimes was my
' to die I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' ya lives Love to keep bakin' new pies, strapin' the scrapes off the side You can love it, you can
' down in the dirty dirty Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch I'm on my way to New
just what you want Lay back, listen to the B side, slide, glide Do whatever you want, get out your lighters We be the rhyme writers, starters from the heart of College Park New York, Chicago
, the Promise Land, o gosh now To the Promise Land, yeah Imagine Ghana like California with Sunset Boulevard Johannesburg would be Miami, Somalia like New York With the most pretty light, the nuffest pretty car Ever New