Well, not now but when I go, yea I know you don't see me like a movie star And it can't help much that I don't have no car But you're my favorite thing
t compare, could have been left But when it's mine, I never share, fight to the death If need be to prove that, wounds from your war Other bitches couldn't
drinkin Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln Thinkin bout the good ol' days of hip hop in its purest form before the eye of the storm I could give a
t give a fuck about, you don't know nothin' about it You want this paper, be a hustler You a hustler, you ain't a rapper Get your paper man YouknowwhatI
in Chitown and collect panties When I make cabrini green you know I hit Sammy's Thugged out yo, all my people givin' eye jammies Now them shorties say I'm cute, when they can't
out The feeling won't go away Don't wanna spend another day Unless I feel like you make me Shout! Found somethin' in your pocket And I don't know why I didn't
and let you fix Goose In a glass with some ice, maybe mix some juice in On the way to L.I., well I, coulda took the hell-eye but we do more behind wheel
law show up Im that nigga they say preforming so the whores show up Why cop?, I rob you, Ice your Roll up I pop bottles, Ain't no need for no cup Roll
so don't you be surprised When I get recognition from the public eye [Fresh Kid Ice] And I'll do all the things that the people like Kid Ice will excite
Grab the sand, Take his hands an cuff em, Spin around to freeze the clock, Take the hands of time an cuff em. Theres a storm commin that the weather man couldn't
you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't fucking with' Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked
for Darryl and like Beretta wouldn't say Keep your eye on the barrel, a sparrow Don't do the crime if you can't do the time But I'm rollin so that's a
this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas being told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it So, shit, I'
ice, live the ghetto life, 'fuck y'all think? Bravehearted; fuck around, get graveyarded Dearly departed - The word on the street, I'm a target I ain't runnin', I ain't
on.. [E-40:] Narcotics is the death merchant, shipping and handling yolla I supply Time to get up and wipe the eye boogers out my eye (out my eye!) What
