Stop and go on an empty crossing The lights keep changing to only their hum And standing in line along the kerb The binbags wait till the morning comes
say there's freedom of thought But when I think out aloud you say Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Now
we met when were both alone We knew at once that what we'd want was just that night Knew it couldn't be forever Cos we each told of another And then found
And now and then when I'm in the mood I might get up at the crack of noon Then take a wander down to the arcade Might as well clock up a high score And
sober. Get out and get on I'm gonna start taking me over. And off on the run You did it once. I don't care how Cos that was then and this is now I don
You have to pay the price of admission You have to pay the price of admission You have to pay the price of admission Sometime in your life Somewhere along the line And now
look where it's at Straight America, now it's a tragedy Now it's so sad to see, an upper ass i-t-y havin this happenin (this happenin).. then attack
sleep shit Then it's back to the streets to make a buck quick Quick to beg even though gimme gotten here Hit 'em wit a bit a skins then he's out of there
while she's braggin On her gold fronts with her name on it Her ice finger roll hand g-low while she claim fame on it I peeped the stee' - then I crushed
said "I got me three beers and a fistful of downs and I'm gonna get ripped, so f***, you clowns!" Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff
I'm gonna get ripped, so fuck, you clowns!" Then she gave us the finger, it was rigid and stiff That's when the devil, he farted And she went right
, An' I'm gonna get ripped, so fuck You clowns!" Then she gave us the finger! (it was rigid 'n stiff) That's when the devil, she farted An' she
up to be just like them Smugglers scramblers burglars gamblers Pickpocket pedlars even panhandlers You say I'm cool I'm no fool But then you end up dropping right outa school Now
2 year old in nursery And then lately got the sack She gets a phone call from her mother And she takes a little flak Cause she earns all her money now
It was a different world back then Though not so long ago I thought I understood most men And now I just don't know For all that I thought myself smart
sleep shit Then it's back to the streets to make a buck quick Quick to beg even though gimme gottem here Hit'em wit a bit a skins then he's out of there
remix Remix, remix, remix, [Verse 6: Fat Joe] All these n*ggas wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them n*ggas lyin' still up in stiff cases
on dubs 140 thousand the first week... UHHH! [Fat Joe] All these niggaz wanna front trill with them stiff faces Till them niggaz lyin still up in stiff
