Lyrics:
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
of the mountain, people can see through it
Keeping my name in your mouth, just don't bite your tongue while you chew it
Exactly I got the man of the year
Source
Yeah, uh, yo
No I'm not lettin y'all take me out the game
And no I ain't lettin y'all niggaz ruin my name - it's CRACK! [echoes]
... That's right,
Yeah, uh, yo
No I'm not lettin y'all take me out the game
And no I ain't lettin y'all niggaz ruin my name - it's CRACK! [echoes]
... That's right,
give a fuck for?
We don't lose sleep by the fuck boy
Sending hit's like a drug lord, Pablo
Dog food like Ralo
If they all move then they die slow, pronto
When the MCs came to live out their name
Inscribed in the halls and the walls of fame
Balancing life, wrote both the yin and yang
Hands buried the man
niggaz running from the cops, well I ain't running no mo'
I flip the bird when I swerve, man, FUCK them hoes
I'm crazy my nagga, but uh, I thought y'all
time we meet"
Walk on by
Walk on by
Foolish pride
That's all that I have left, so, let me hide
The pain and the hurt that you gave me
When you said
on
Talk to my fans, they get whatever they need from me, or do they want more
I am the man, put some respect on my name I'm not one of these broke boys
I
gave you all and I just gave it up
Put the truck in your name
You should've known then that I was liability
Ignorin' the ways that you would dress for
Without seeing at all
You ain't got a lot to say
Judging by the things you do
If only you could feel the tears and pain
In the eyes of the world
Dust
Now, the end is near (Can you believe this shit Guru?)
So I face (I'm from the hood man) the final curtain
(No the real hood the hood, not the rap
Mr. Scarface is back
(All I have in this world, all I have in this world
All I have, all I have, all I have in this world)
Nobody knows my name
Got on my darkest shades, this man is made
Inherit no riches, Jehovah's my witness
Physical fitness, home economics
In the kitchen digital scales
survivor
He never wrote the name of his drivers
And wondered that the man can deprive ya
It's there in black ink
With millions in dirty green had
printed in x-rated books
Your mother might have tried to understand
When you were hardly your daddy's little man
And you gave up saluting the chief
To find
to help you put it all in place
It only happened once in my life, but man you should have seen
Her hair two shades of foxtail red, her eyes some far out
a hobby of it
Still down with the same dogs, man, they never loved us
Gave my niggas all gold chains to remind me of it
We're still holdin' that old
printed in x rated books
Your mother might have tried to understand
When you were hardly your daddy's little man
And you gave up saluting the chief
To find
Then Screw wrote his number down and said hit him next week
Get your list together, and pick all your beats
Well time went by and my best friend died
and craving more
Forgot that you gave me that something you wore
Taking it back and you must have deplored
Everything happening tears start to pour
All you
[Method Man]
Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
from the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
out
name it, I've done
Live the life of a hustla, keepin' it gangsta
Whatever you name it, I've done
I've been all around the world, met all kinds of girls
time we meet"
Walk on by
Walk on by
Foolish pride
That's all that I have left, so, let me hide
The pain and the hurt that you gave me
When you said
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