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Smokin' on the herbs help me see a little better
Lookin' 4 a job in this cold ass weather 

Watch out, I'm tryin' 2 get my shit 2gether (Da, da, da, da
You say
The price of my love’s not a price that you’re willing to pay
You cry
In your tea which you hurl in the sea when you see me go by
Why so
I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da
tryin' to do, kill my career?
It's bad enough they didn't put my name on the roster
Now they're trying to claim that I'm a J.C. Chavez imposter
What?
motherfucker help me write my rhymes
Ain't no nigga pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Nigga took my chain, yea motherfuckin'
Kill kill kill

How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
No limit  (biatch)
by, I gotta ask this question

Na na na na na na na na
What if we end up like this?

Na na na na na na na na
What if we end up like this?

Da da
Dare ya draw me closer still
And let me be the wild witness to the kill
See how the stars abide
Showing no resistance late into the night

Bluer
the champ 
Is here I guarantee that they ass woke,
Ridin' on spoke, dats the elbow, still rockin' in da ice white shell toe,
Dis for my boys by dat kelso
Wa da da dang, wa da da da da dang
Listen to my 9-millimeter go bang
Niggas hustle, niggas murder for this dope and cocaine
If I'm out here doing
changed our direction
As the years go by, I gotta ask this question

Da da da
How did we end up like this?
Da da da
How did we end up like this?

Da da da
Ain't no mother*** help me write my rhymes

ain't no nobody pay for my studio time
See me at the top and want to claim my fame
Hunting took my chain yeah,
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Real niggaz only.. hah..
First of all, what's my name? Five-Nine!
Yeah.. I got somethin for you
I got somethin for you, yeah

They
the foundations of the last remix of ? service 
Me oh I checked into the murals to see sub numinous f***er and um respect 
Find out what it means to me New York
Yourself]
[Rather then kill ya nigga on the wall]
[Nigga and stick the motherfuckin Ten up in your drawers]
[Spray Yourself]

[C-BO]
Now who the fuck is
I'm streetwise, that's what I'm called on the street
"You see I'm streetwise, that's what I'm called on the street"

What you know about them hard
[Chorus: x4]
These streets keep me rollin'
Can't stop cause these presidents I'm holdin'

You see I'm a killer by heart
A G by nature
You see
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't
sucka' you don't run nothin' 
OK I'm a pull a muthafuckin' o.j. 
Leave da premises bloody ride off wit da yay! 
Pray you dont ever see it unfold in ya
Gon' soulja hate me
Da judge looked at me
And said how you doin' boosie
He called me by my nickname {ooooh}
What you think I'm stupid {bitch}
You
Blam ba blam, blam blam ba blam blam
Kill joy

Everybody let's go!

Think back when you've met them, you'll see it in their glances
That's
Is such a heavenly way to die 
And if a ten-ton truck 
Kills the both of us 
To die by your side 
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine
mir das Mic
King S
Masta Ace

Yeah it's dark down here, when it spark down here
You just might get attacked by a shark down here
See we smart down here,
what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfucking tape in court
I'll kill you
I ain't playing, hear what I'm saying,
but somehow I got by

Treflo prayed, Mike Vick payed
Bobby Brown stray, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on da pad when I write
Dat may why they