she wants Read between the lines, Say something, What are you waiting for? You?re only killing time So look me up when you get over this So look me up when you get over
I?ve tied my hands together To keep myself from getting to you Because you?ve gotten to me If I had my way, Your insides would be out Burn the
niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless fuck all that other bury yo brother leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. Verse 4 *(Bart)* Bash 'em other
And the moon will push the sun away And I'm sitting here wishing and regretting. Time is what I don't have To be sitting here with priorities forgotten over
to kill over Thanksgiving didn't give so what should I hope for I keep on looking for job but job seems not to like me What else my doors kicked off the
lookin' ahead to see Trying to keep my feet on track Doin' what was expected of me Kick my shoes off so they can't trace me Leave no forwarding address
whenever you look around? We're tripping all over ourselves and pulling each other down We're separating, consciousness is fading Are you thinking that
ahead to see. Trying to keep my feet on track, Doin' what was expected of me. Kick my shoes off so they can't trace me. Leave no forwarding address. Before
fifths, Steady Mobb in this bitch I see his eyes wide, his wig split up on some murderous an half of his mutha fuckin clan was on some other shit scramblin
to kill over Thanksgiving didn't give So what should I hope for I keep on looking fo job But job seems not to like me What else my doors kick off the
ya cuz when I screw her, she holla I take her to the finest places (hip hop, hip hip hop) just so I can meet some other pretty faces, my g leave no traces
Police, trace ballistics, off the bullets we bust Can't depend on my many friends, so in guns we trust Cannon blast wit the thrust of the thunderous Kick
niggaz to keep the click-ulation flawless fuck all that other bury yo brother leave yo family mad at the fact the Mobb took me under. [Verse 4: Bart] Bash 'em other
it is plain to see He is DJ Run, and I am D.M.C. Funky fresh for 1983 DJ Jam Master Jay Inside the place with all the bass He leaves without a trace And
