gonna fall out Time run out (I'm goin' all out) Nothin' to lose (I'm goin' all out) Lightin' the fuse to the bomb, better run Come on, come on I'm goin
got cleats on his boots Together they're gonna boogaloo down Broadway and come back home with the loot It's midnight in Manhattan, this is no time
caaaaaallllddd So ooooooooooooooooooooo (Curren$y) Uh, Yea.. As the joint burns, o the point that it stinging my fingers, Tracks my talk show platform... Part Phil Donahue part Jerry Springer Momma come
steps of the rise and the fall hall Of an empire, coming to the floor Through the wire like eight on a string Where they gon' sting ya when it comes to
him, you come to me for the petty coke That's the way the cycle go around like a merry go Round, put it down for my town, they already know Every time
the time There's messages I should return And people I should call I'm still tripping over echoes Left lying in the hall There's a light comes Through
fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be frontin', hourglass heads niggaz be wantin' Shuttin' down your slot, time for pumpin' Poisonous sting
t even gotta say that much, TaVon, come holla at your boy I know my jack be off all the time, but yo, that don't mean shit, nigga Come through and holla
Sally shouted Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded You fake cats done heard it first on how I shitted on your turf At times, Cuban
bit, before I push your wig back Chef stop wavin' that, show him where the paper at Come here Valerie, you know the God he need a salary Put down the
got two seeds down in Baghdad You onion head niggaz spread out and parlay Yo rae these itch days get crashed with ash trays I pull stings like, guitar strings down
Killah Priest] I spit volcanoes Twist heads, spit lead, then boast like the angels The scorpion tongue Come close I'ma sting you, I'm Morpheus' son Part
kids Turn 'em upside down, "Where that bacon is?" But we don't kill toddlers, feel the revolver On the side of the father or the mother It's time for
Slow down my steps, one foot from the grave to con it Our young black males, they lick pon gate Son of the morning, roasted souls, tell Minister "come
treat mix Cape in the wind like the John Wu flix Now, take the spirit, crash more clearer The spreadin' of body, covers the man in the mirror Kick down
it so fresh for ya Just cause I make it possible for the rest of ya To just take it there come on and Get your head ringin' from the sting of the snare
you caught yourself lovin' it *** with a Benz *** it Doesn't it seem odd to you Big come through with mobs and crews Good fellas down to the Mo Thugs