changed for the better, 'cause I came, I've told them gone forever, Change for the better, 'cause I was wrong but now I know you ... I've changed for the better
never survive, here I am Check your sound scan virally grand out the box Bitches and glocks, hoes got rocks on my table Fuck your cable, you better Ice
word, go ask your mother Hard solid as your city ( ? ) Born in Brooklyn, can tell by the way that I walk and talk Strollin with a slight limp Flyer than any big city
[Intro] Ay count that money for me partner Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me? Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that's a 150
do we come for you kiss mommy bye bye you gone die And I got heat for every heat you bring you shoot we shoot Better watch out watch out for them thugsta
the city we showed 'em, how to get it crackin' like a real true soldier. -Wish Bone- Doin' our thang since back in the day, day, chasin' change we gonna
gonna call? Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off, and Leathaface is not a punk-bitch So a nigga just can't fuck me Nigga better
t wanna be the Mixtape King no more, More like the Mixtape President, Barack Odrama! It was definitely time for change, I mean the game been dry So, I figured we going for
'em what we do in here, dangerous Get some drums from a break and then break yo ass You want beats from the crew? We'll take yo cash Five G's for a
cause I can't do nothin else And you better watch out for the day When you lock me up and throw that key away Cause I'll be back on parole Ain't changed
Waiting around for my shell to crack After that you can't hold me back Looking out for the danger signs Jungle bros bringing forth a change in times Left
Outta Compton) (We rock khakis and Chucks) If you don't know (Almost lost my life when Dre dropped The Chronic) (Legend in the making) Where I'm from (Aftermath, you better
rat race, looking for my own space There's gotta be a better place for you and me There's pie in the sky, and an eye for an eye Some people gotta die
with my A-Alikes we see with three eyes Yo Kweli I agree I, was thinkin the same thing myself Smog in the city ain't no good for your health Things changed
Rock city nigga Yeah Mic's up, lights out (Lights out, lights out...) You think I call myself King just 'cause I want love Yo, yo [Verse 1] Like it's
Before shots, Queens, you heard, I'm a Florida boy But I'm gonna shout y'all niggas out 'Cause I got number one love for New York, niggas, you heard?
go thirty-two rounds like a Tech with air holes So t-knock your z-rocks you can't rap with me Cause I'm Big-ger than Lez in this +Rap City+ No, see
