I cry out She loves me, she loves me not Yo she loves me (x2) Looking at your picture as it sits on the table As I put on my cable I wish that
s not a game So try to understand, Without your love I'm lost Let's give us another chance, I'm missing you Keep track on time it flies away fast Gonna
Bring down the rain bring out the ghosts It's twenty-five degrees out on the West Coast Every thing's in bloom there and I don't care I've been thinking
we on a brick, we on a brick" [Dame:] "you don't wanna catch a brick" You gotta be under an umbrella, you'll get rained on. I told Hiphop and Hiphop was
on the street that will beat on your back till you wed on a track for a train in the rain and it's coming fast ooh ooh ooh ooh Train You go so fast It
all this pain Pain, time to smoke some mary jane [One Ton:] Low on my cash and goin nowhere fast I got just enough to function cause I'm smoking on grass
you can't rely on me Niggaz eyein me, with looks of they anxiety Wonderin what's in my heart, velocity or piety Yo, it depends on which one, you bring
game on point like broken glass Tight grip on da game gotta it cobra wrapped I?ma gobble dis bitch up look a Scooby snack Kill on da track like da dually
Pharaoh Good bring business to the hood like heralds Find your own, walking by themselves in the street The young die of cancer I stopped eating meat Greet the gods on
are the most prestigious (Oh, no question) When Apathy approaches the throne (Word up, yeah) All hail Caesar (You heard?) (Curt Cazal on the motherfuckin' track
[verse] Let me rub my back against the notches on your bedpost scratch these afterthoughts off my flesh and shed ghosts My head's close to your closet
for the cut I take it out on my ememies, taking out all my enemies, any coward a friend to me, if he bring the pain, we bringing flowers and memories
then I will It's me and 50 Cent my nigga Live in trife, and thats real Talkin shit on us, thats like pullin out a knife and dont kill Thats on for treal (?) I'm on
dead, and that's basics Slash racist, he'll rob ya parents and go Y'all crazy big wid no skill like ?????? bo Vinnie Paz bring physical rain And the
Timbo King) [Intro: RZA] Come on, come on Yo, ye-yeah, ye-yeah Where Ya At? Where Ya At? Takin' it back to 1982 Runnin' Brownsville as we bring you (
bath An outcast to outlast the forecast in the weather To storm fast an chop an screwed your whole program Franchise was on your pink slip An you've been trottin bitches on
Spades and all is being played Sporting low cut fades Puffin owls Allows my kin to push through the keg crowds As my view on the world sells out in ghost