respect doesn't phase us, and no amount of complaining will ever change this. As we come to you bearing our hearts on our sleeves, you are more than welcome
bitch exciter I only love my hos when I'm goin' up inside her Problem number one is gettin' money I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey So don't expect
it's all about Joe They call her jezebel On her way to get wocked out Get battery And get kicked out Jezzy weren't expecting more than four But what
like the weight of the world And I think my neck is breakin' Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations? Now look, I love my daughter more than
mention this in passing twice I'll hold my tongue as long as nothing understood is nice It's just my way to criticize I understand a little less than
" I'm, one of the illest, the realest feel it Competition isn't existence because I got venomous diction You should toss your mic is my advice You expect
stay high while I survive In the city where the skinny niggas die If they bury me, bury me as a G nigga, no need to worry I expect retaliation in a hurry
Puffin' on a roll of smoke And I ain't grown Left this lil nigga all alone Now as nigga grown Then had a game that you passed on Guess how many niggas I've passed
[Intro: Violent J] The Time has come for the blood to run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like
The time has come for the blood To run into the streets paved with gold We have lived in the zoo of the ghetto for so long And like animals we kill each
Has even taken all her things inside All except for Cain and Abel And the hunchback of Notre Dame Everyone is makin' love Or else expecting rain And
can no longer live under the control of the Federation, but there is no other place to go. My last hope is that with my death I may pass into the world
Some people need to know what to expect Need to keep control, need to keep one step Ahead of every chance, as if chance decides Who it's gonna pass,
procedure Can't even leisure smoke hollow reefer without police and search and Seizure by the same police who murdered Ceaser It's brutal Seein' them treat us like lower creatures than
but yo, King Tee, man, what is this? What is this?) Some cool shit for the King's anthology And when I'm done, don't expect no apology Stupid motherfuckers
' 'bout ya And I been dreamin' 'bout ya Girl, I've been thinkin' 'bout ya And I been dreamin' 'bout ya Hey girl girl you gettin' hotter Hotter than the
is like the weight of the world And I think my neck is breakin' Should I just give up or try to live up to these expectations? Now look, I love my daughter more than
