This cannot We go our separate ways Without you, I can do But first these words I to say
not that I don't hear you When you scream and my name It's just I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my
Yeah, out, tatted up, let's go, saddle up I'm alge-ballin', dumb niggaz add it up Cock back, back 'em up, what you throwin' up All rappers comin' out, ain't nobody showin' up
Man, where your talent at? Show me where balance at You the king of the streets? Well, I ain't heard of that Just the South say, watch what your mouth say Sinatra hustle, Rat Pack, 'Did it My Way'
I know we don't see eye to eye, you ain't lied We should part ways 'fore catch a homicide Recognize, lost a love when my momma died Did a gang of shit, I'm surprised I'm still alive
Fishburn's wake up, open up my eyes Don't believe them lies from them guys you idolize Ridicule, try to downplay, try to And criticize when you on your grind, so I
This cannot We go our separate ways Without you, I'll do But first these I have to say
It's not I don't hear you When you scream and curse my just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my
Go ahead, it out, that's right, get it out So I can respond, nigga, fuck what you talk like a guillotine, money over everythin' Seems to be the theme in the of the Philistine
you still shackled up on some lame shit Side by side on the bottom of a slave Came a long way the place that I started from seen a man's last breath beaten out of him?
Hate manifest the inside out The shit starts in your heart, then spill out mouth I'm the odd man out, it all pan out I see you tryin' to stand up but you don't out
Now that I found that my is original Prepared, never scared, had to peak at my I'm not you, but you think we identical It's pitiful, you can never bang with the
This continue We must go our separate you, I'll do better But these words I have to say
It's not that I don't you When you scream and my name It's just that I feel you Nigga, you invade my
wheels, lock it up, ammo, stock it up It's not for niggaz George Bush comin' after us That's why it's to roll, get where I gotta go All my people fightin' for they soul, you are not
Never waste my pearls on the swine and the Forever on my grind, you and belittle it Here's a little tidbit, X rock that shit like a L.A.P.D. cop, overkill shit
Hooked on a new high called monopolize Put you on track you just, you was out of line And I ain't got the time to fuck around the dumb shit You know that young shit, the 'Hey nigga, where you shit
Even the pistol in my hand, I'm a businessman People grow apart, don't you to understand Let's ways and then pray for better days I somebody 'bout to die, so I came to say
This cannot We must go our ways Without you, do better But first these words I to say
It's not that I don't you When you and curse my name just that I don't feel you Nigga, you my space
Yeah, (You my space) Yeah, stop askin' where the I'm at, yeah (Nigga, you my space)
Tryin' to see I'm at to be where I'm at all the fuckin' time, c'mon (You my space) Get a life, nigga, I got mines, (Nigga, you my space)