In the meantime, in between time, we shine Dangerous minds travel on this uphill climb If you want some, get some, this is it, son, this one Make 'em
DANCED WITH DUKES, CROONED WITH COUNTS, BEEN COURTED LIKE A QUEEN. BUT WHEN I SEE WHAT'S IN YOUR HEART, ALL THE REST IS BLURRED. THE GRACE YOU BRING INTO THIS
is a black man Word up [chorus 2 times] Santa baby Just slip a benzo under the tree for me A '98 convertible, light blue I'm looking for a fly guy, like
You was born a hustla an you a die a hustla Prophit, hit 'em wit' it I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera For life in a balance of it, lyin' an shinin' a
myself from emotion And the agility to dementedly slash your flesh with a motion During a comotion whats occuring is a promotion When I crack you in public, all you see is the blur
seems to come and go At times my mind seems crystal clear and then I think of her Then the spin of the room I'm in is nothing but a blur A love that
re chasing a dream that I'm livin' You stupid pigeon, cause even with the high flow, I keep a low pro You step off on me, and that's a sho' nuff n.o. I mean a
a roar As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl ready for their smokin' war At a table piled up high with grass as high as a mountain peak Just tops and
destroying this to myself As if you weren't there 'til I die I've lost this taste of inner rage A question overlooked from this day to day Now this time is running low
as a straw and blow sperm out your nostrils. I don't give a hurried fuck, call Slim Shady, Snoop Dogg, D.O.C, Wren and Jay-Z, To write a verse, fuck
" Big Poppa, fuck a cape I'm that Paper Crusader Playin Sega in the wide body Blazer [Coolio] I shot dice with a preacher and drank yak with a pastor
I wanna be, what these niggas wanna be Shots so bright I can?t see niggas standing right in front of me These niggas don?t want none of me, this rapping shit is
m feeling this) The air is so cold and low (I?m feeling this) Let me go in her room (I?m feeling this) I love all the things you do (I?m feeling this) {
try To get a grip, a hold, a handle, a hand This, And It's strained to think It might break Scratch, Crack, Silence, This, And It's strained to think
born a hustla an you a die a hustla. Prophit, hit 'em wit it [spoken end] I pause and refine a mighty floss, et cetera For life in a ballance, of it Lyin an shinin a
a cultured toke And says, a??Hell, I can roll a?em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!a?? So a note gets sent to San Rafael, a??For the Championship
? grime in the limelight like a star gets a chip off your shoulder a boulder that rolls and rolls over and over and over there?s nothing like a broken
my wolves is out to ghost ya [Nas] Scent of a rose on the graveyard for real now The stakes is up a half a mil now I tried to grab him with his shield