stop the rock Maintain to rock, don't stop the rock Kick it right, then not, E. Watt said not I put my mug up, but fair is fair So C. Brown are we in
block me? You gots to brawl, tray shots and all Cuz I ain't on the clock for talk The Spot Rusher, blow down the spot for sure Still break off the block
But we do it baby C'mon Boy we gotta get noticed We go to school but you don't see that We live but you don't see that This is how we know This is you
It's how a nigga was raised, with a heart full of rage And I'm just too stuck in my ways (You hear me?) Its how a nigga was raised, with a heart full
I.T.Y. ain't always the truth Rhymes Equal Actual Life In The Youth These are the streets Shit is real out here This ain't no fuckin' joke I lived in a spot
her, that's not fair) Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair? (Uh huh) Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare Till she passes out and she forgot how
advantage of her, that's not fair Yo, look at her bush, does it got hair? (Ah huh) Fuck this bitch right on that spot there Till she passes out she forgot how
Lotta money in this fam, think about it Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam Well, damn, how the hell do you think we livin'? How you think it
niggaz fill it up in here YOU GOT IT? Let me show you how to be a billionaire [Interlude] [Chorus] [Twista] Steppin in the spot, GMG is the team We
buying Chopper dissect a nigga like science Put an end to your world like Mayans This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov It's a slim chance I fall, Olive Oyl Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how
a nigga like science Put an end to your world like the Mayans This a celebration bitches, mazel tov It's a slim chance I fall, olive oil Tunechi be the name, don't ask me how
stuck in shit Duckin' shit till that headpiece gets blazed Screamin' this ahh cease to the grave It's over at least for you it is It don't think the coroner to see how
year 2000 Y2K We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?) How bout Atlanta you know We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (Beyotch Beyotch) See I just look like this
mind/ Yeah yeah, St. Clair playa wit the keys to the city, you can call me the mayor/ Give a damn about pity like this ain't fair, do I care about you
dark My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you in the square I won't let you run, nah, that ain't fair So I clear my visions until I can spot him Snatch
You'd had that but for now dog give me that 'Cause dog you don't wanna see how my semi act Fake hustlin' niggaz you'll pump any pack When it come to this
on my mind Like a heavy crown If I go to heaven I'll be bored as hell Like a little baby At the bottom of a well Fair child, fair child How are you
I seem to have severed everything From ties to knots I've bound No matter how articulated Words could not have reached salvation So cast me to this lonely