don't buy it. your Patience seems dead to me, everything's dead to me. I'd love to see you hurt like I do-They're only words, baby its words. The goodbyes
I don't buy it. your Patience seems dead to me, everything's dead to me. I'd love to see you hurt like I do-They're only words, baby its words. The goodbyes
(Just follow me, I'll get you there) You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words
had money dreams My chase of fame couldn't compare to what I seen Them dyin', government lyin' hard for that paper cheese Moms crying watching her only
walked up the stairs in my mind's eye I remember how they would creak loudly She was only responsive with a drink he was only responsive by photo I was only
mean to me It means you passing over Opportunities repeatedly Write it on a piece of paper Only thing I see is P That paper, paper, paper chaser Better
word That was my motherfuckin' heart Yeah, dedicatin' this to my nigga O, we miss you nigga Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle Word
ease First two words I ever learn, cock and squeeze Ain't about that, trying to do without that Makin' niggas fuck up their budget Time to get their paper route
I wanna be closer to this paper (Get close) Oooh, get closer to these ends Gotta get the cash, gotta get the doe Closer to this paper, get closer to this paper
rough] Thug niggaz bounce to this, Only thug niggaz bounce to this, Word up, I wan't no fruitcake ass ? niggaz bouncing to this shit right here, Word up, strictly hardcore only
alternate route is a long one But you'll ultimately end up in the same place So I tell aspiring artists "think beyond greater" I know some niggas with platinum plaques and bronze paper
memorable escape route that only is found by not looking There, in the spine of the dictionary the words are worthless They are a mere weight pressing
m like baby, dee, I got a million rhymes I been a famous mc since 1983 When run-dmc was singing sucka mc's Niggaz in the papers ride too $hort Rolling
nigga Goin out to all the niggas that died in the struggle Word up, shit is real in the field You know, sparkin blunts to all you niggaz Word up [112