face, they're only faults I can't erase They're only cracks in an ice sheet, they're only facts that experts speak But you and I we've our own facts, our cracks
try to make an attempt to vent But I just can't admit Or come to grips with the fact that I may be done with rap I need a new outlet And I know some
could do, I tried to relax I got dressed up in those ancient artifacts And when I walked into school, it was just as I thought The kids were cracking
, yeah I'm just a drop top flippin', flippin' Fifth of yacht sippin', sippin' Dope crack that's going in the strip clubs tippin' M J G ah, P I M P Ah Fuck a blind date, oh no, I got to see her The new
up with the rocket launchin Ya nigga say he's getting dizzy The car seat's fuckin getting sticky He leaned back, his whole chest plate's cracked
original bad man dey a know, seen? Daddy Nitro, an' Ice-T dey 'pon ? man Come talk wit reality An' any guy who nah like dey got shot in ? face No Ice-
assassinator, if the people ain't steppin' You hit the deck, as rap busts from my lips You think I'm finished, I load another clip Look in my face, I crack
trouble finder In and out of institutions, ever since I was a minor But now I'm on the bricks, deep in the mix Crime smarts searching hard for some new
, hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler New Jack, New Jack, New Jack hustler Ne-Ne-New Jack hustler New Jack, New Jack, New
your bitch I'll sleep Personal Take it personal I ain't East coast, West coast, new style or old style You wanna know about me? Check police files Get out my face
New York night, bright lights and action I love bailin with my Bronx niggas, party crashin I love switch hittin with my niggas on the shaw You might see me in New
beeper, a light sleeper I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust New York and Philly are some down-ass towns But South Central
all had smiles on their faces they were talkin Always dressin bummy in some oversized tracksuite Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black dudes Robbin Niggers bare faced
they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random, but we stay winnin' This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy endin' And a new beginning and a new
his bracelet with ice, and jetted cross the street Death was my first instinct, I had to stop and think Smiling faces always remember, they rock ya ass
the lost symbols speak in cryptic codes Ancient wisdom valuable like gifts of gold I embark on life, my path is all math I understand the codes these hackers can't crack
by the name of Yung Chris Breezy Its hard to see me cuz Im fly as a plane And my swag is in 3-D I do this in my sleep In other words its really easy New
' That hurt me, come on son, that wouldn't hurt you I pistol whip that nigga 'til his face was purple I need anger management, see I hold on new broads
