won't admit it Especially when you know just who can get it Ain't nobody tripping 'cuz I know I'm right You could be black or you could be white For a black
they skirts And though she raised me the best she could Them whippin's ain't done me no good And sure, I could play ball like the rest of the guys But yo, I always had this
I wait to get caught But I never do She asked if I remembered the letters I wrote When our love was young and bold She said last night she read those letters
the hood inspired him to be a G, i bled for the game did it all for the letter B the big homie gave me the name jay rock, this aint no rap gimmick its
Wanted Most America All of my phones is tapped now God, yo even my cellular Me and Marty more shout for sure now we gang bangin' yo arc the sore I gotta letter
vengeance I am all consumed By mid afternoon smokin' blunts in my room To whom ever this letter may concern When bullets strike they burn more Than
searchin' for? From birth born hurtin' and yearnin' for certain somethings Lurkin' and murk 'em, got them turnin' this bed into a coffin Burning over passions in this passion Or more
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
brotherman with an m-60 in his hand, Eatin spam So one more time, testin one two, and ya don't stop That's why we got this war hobbes Yo I only got one
ass I shit on a kid wanna vic wanted Kitt What's [Incomprehensible] Slick Rick, this one is dead Life's finished, this rapper [Incomprehensible] Me and
' for straws Over some love letters you found, in the top dresser drawer I'm missin' you more, the sweet scent of Christian Dior Kissin' you more, forever pro-missin' you more
and squeeze Ain't about that, trying to do without that Makin' niggas fuck up their budget Time to get their paper route back L O X three letter word, black
got comes with feathers and beaks I can dare my competitor to speak Them four bow letters, K a?? I a?? LO, hello Lamborghini I break, canary yellow Interior black
when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip hop would take it this
another route, way out To money and fame, I changed my name And played a different game Tired of being trapped in this vicious cycle If one more cop
[Sample from Memoirs of the Traveler" by The Jaggerz] [The Game] Second floor my hotel im rollin up bout to blaze And zone out to this Frankie Beverly
right side Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world Static, we bring trouble to your right side Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this
my meat, bitch You read the letter, bar is naked on my sweater Four hundred and better, tell 'em, hate cash cheddar Sittin on a beretta, niggas ain't seein this