patiently waiting. I don't want to know, why I can't let you go. I don't want to know, why I can't let you go. You go.... When the sun burns up, And
it (that's right) Let yourself go (self go) the way I keep it real with a smile that reminds you of my Bentley front grill (ehehe) Yes it's on again (
we can ride to the beat light it up, let it burn when you vibin' with me gotta keep it real to survive in these streets come see it for your self how
I'm here, hit them down with than AK leavin' bodiez str8 down in the wrong day. All you niggaz if you wanted that shit, can't wait 'till you bitch-ass
) Do it a . . Let's do it again . . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . . Let's do it again . . Do it a . .
a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you The end of your beginning, before you even get it started You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless Nigga
arch bishop from the darkest district In the killing field planting seeds of dissent Fast fascinating demons flashing dreams of contempt Come on, self contained I'm my own metropolis Go against
Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot 'Cause the streets is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump
you You can't find it on a shelf Just let the world know That you're ready for show Count 3 and let go Before you turn around and go home Turn around
I'm here, hit them down with than AK Leavin' bodiez straight down in the wrong day All you niggaz if you wanted that shit Can't wait 'till you bitch
Slow motion better than You love to hear the story again and again About these young brothers from the City of Wind Like juice and gin in the city,
you high I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill You ain't no killa my lyrics leave
strap hollerin', "Nigga what you said?" That iron again is mine right? Snatchin' for a kidnap People out that project say Juvenile you did that? That iron again
you You can't find it on the shelf Just let the world know That you're ready for show Count 3 and let go Before you turn around and go home Turn around
Of our loss, stop wearin' the cross, do for self, kill that "Yes, sir, boss," and when you do, from the other you won't beg Can't you see my brother, you
but never Stan Get it through your head and dont ask me again Box cutter, blade runner nigga rap till you sweat Have you ever read the book called "The
go back in time (Let's go) Feels like I, I wanna, go back in time Feels like I (Y'all remember self destruction) I wanna, go back in time (Where all the
