rope man she would've hate me Would, would, would've hate me I can tell by the place man she would've blamed me Wrap a dollar from my face when she
like my gangsta walk? (Gangsta walk) Is it 'cuz they like my gangsta talk? (Gangsta talk, ohh) Is it 'cuz they like my handsome face? (Handsome face)
can't be amazed And we some home-made bombs finna blow right up in your face Look at the way you look at me I see it on your face All your hate emanates
about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred Africa was almost robbed naked Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships Egypt was the place that Alexander the great went He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
faces listen to the sound Different places, span the globe around Finding traces true in everyone No there's nothing new, under the sun Many faces listen
stays demented Don't forget to stay demented Everybody sing He has a very friendly, fuzzy face And nobody could ever take his place His fans around the globe
niggas we bout to go all the way You know what it is [laugh] [Chorus: Layzie & Krayzie] (All the way) And we gone make it to the top on this face From
the war nigga I'm America's most, bailin' coast to coast Steady thuggin' out here in these streets Lookin' out for the rollers duckin' these haters they wanna face
t get enough of my style cause I got the job well done winning it (winnina?? it) Big upa??s to all of my hustlers While the globe spinnina??, it aina??
if I gotta split your wig They can't get enough of my style 'Cause I got the job well done winning it Big up's to all of my hustlers While the globe
So many unfamiliar faces Oh I pray everyday (everyday) To keep from going crazy I been so many places (all around the world) So many unfamiliar faces
nigger 50 don't back down. I keep it funky like fiends in the crack house. Cross the line boy I'm a air ya ass out. Screw your face at me I wanna know
rounds Ask 'Preme nigga, 50 don't back down I keep it funky like fiends in a crack house Cross the line, boy, I'mma air your ass out Screw ya face at
gotta see her shape- gotta see her face- don't fuck wit fake. Bet it all dog- my bitch don't play- look at dem tattoos on her face. Bitch got a problem
globe Use the color tho Nigga I'm a lone Levitator pro Christ when he spoke Kicking in your door Hit the floor like Lee Boy with a globe Tryna win but
't satisfy some a y'all no matter what And some a y'all cats are soldier love Said we livin' in a cold, cold world And ain't nuttin' but fake faces,
for Rosco P. Coldchain Hey 'Rell this beat is.. (HOT!) [Verse 1: Pusha T] It go hot waist - Desert taste Four pounds of metal, triangle face Hesi-tate
