Last time I failed is when I fell in love with distractions.
This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars. We hit the lottery, boy, it's in ya wallets!
We got to mediate our greedy levels, Cause the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil.
Nowadays, you gots ta walk the street and watch your back, Cause brothers with the gats don't be knowin' how to act.
It was you that chose your due, You built a maze you can't get through. I tried to help you all I can, Now I can't do nuttin' for you, man!
I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin, I guess 'entertainment' means blatantly lyin'.
If you're crying under fire, then you wasn't built for war. If a pimp took your girl, then your girl was never yours.
This treadmill lifestyle ain't workin for me... It's from ya crib to ya lab to ya job to make a profit, And at the day's end you still got nothing accomplished.
Do you ever think about when you outta here? Record deal and video, outta here!? Mercedes Benz and Range Rover, outta here!?
On the reals, all these crab niggaz know the deal, When we start the revolution, all they'll probably do is squeal.
Just think: what if you could just, just blink yourself away?
You wanna know my occupation? I get paid to rock the nation. I go to work.
Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof, To kick the truth to the young black youth.
Gimme a couple G's for every emcee I knocked to his knees. Verbally useless, 'Oh you got the juice?' I squeeze you juiceless.
And from the moment that I saw you, I knew you was trouble, But I disregarded detour signs, And did not stop til you was mine. I guess God was like, 'Aight, fine.' Careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it in heaps. Try to give it back, He be like, 'Nah, that's yours to keep.'
I used to roll up: this is a hold up, ain't nuthin funny. Stop smiling, be still, don't nuthin move but the money.
Stepping to me? Yo, that's the wrong move. So what you on, hobbs, dope or dog food?
Reality is nourishment, but people don't believe it, I guess it's hard to stomach the truth like a bulimic.
Commercial rap get the gun clap, day after day.
Are you tired of lyrical liars, passing fliers, Wannabe MC's, but really good triers, Tripping over mic cords, getting you bored, A total fraud, this kind of thing I can't afford!
I pledge allegiance to the fair and balanced truth. Not the biased truth, Not the liest truth, But the highest truth.
Burn a Bush cause for peace he no push no button. Killing over oil and grease, no weapons of destruction, How can we follow a leader when this a corrupt one?
Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block, I really don't care if you're jealous or not.
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag: The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods, The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs Or the slugs that ignite, through the night, By the dawn early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe?
I ain't Mary, so ain't a damn thing Poppin'.
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