bail Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me Everybody around us become one for that day To live life get your shit
got so much funky shit inside my brain I couldn't explain, couldn't explain You wouldn't understand, I couldn't explain I got so much funky shit inside
to the boogie baby Uhh, to the boogie oogie oogie Yeah, y'know! What's crackin Dre? Just let me lay back and kick some mo' simplistic pimp shit On Slim's shit
don't wanna go on Living in this world without you So long, bitch you did me so wrong I don't wanna go on Living in this world without you You really
I turn the radio on, keep hearing me (All day, everyday) Living the good life, good life Uh, huh, good life (Braveheartz) Sure as the world is turning round and round (Shit
ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark A world so dark, a world so cold A world where only
rip, perferrate the skin on top of ya ribs Red stuff come out his ribs like a Hollywood script Bitch-niggaz on the floor screamin for mommy and shit Cardiologists
pronounce Now I'm all up in your mouth My people all up in the house and we calling you out Y'all niggas cryin', what you bawlin' about This shit is
shit we done together, and I'm making your bail Cut your tail, while you fall down homie Plus I'm in the kitchen cooking, so your family won't come hold me Fuck that phony shit
shit How bad you hit him up god? You, he?s ghost and shit? Yo it?s a body in the trunk son So what?s it gonna be? A nigga layin' dead 'cause he came
I see buds that are green, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world It's the illest little story for
(featuring Sadat X & Talib Kweli) "Still gettin mine, in the" "ONE" "NINE" "NINE" "NINE" *sample cut and played in background* [Talib Kweli] Yo,
they make you think the world bleeds green instead of read but class is in session now so all that stuff is dead I'm coming through with knowledge and
I cut em they cut, when I stick ?em they stuck my ambitions to bust, cause I aint giving a fuck tore the neighbourhood up, look at all the shit that we
with my man DJ Clue The professional part two Puttin' it down for you fake ass DJ's and shit like that Straight outta Q.B. all the way around the motherfuckin' world
' wheat, than cash Cody, keep the mac on me When you stack niggaz act phony Shit in the ghetto, I spread love and shed blood Never swear to a dead thug
world is the word that was given As he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr) Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now
But ya still make morning paper Kelly found dead in her bathroom Nah, Kelly found dead in her dad's room No, Kelly found dead in her backyard 'cause
