This continue We go our separate ways Without you, I can do But these words I have to say
It's not that I don't you When you and curse my name It's just that I don't you Nigga, you my space
Yeah, blacked out, tatted up, go, saddle up I'm alge-ballin', dumb niggaz add it up back, back 'em up, fuck what you throwin' up All these rappers out, ain't nobody showin' up
Man, where your talent at? Show me where your at You the king of the streets? Well, I heard none of that Just like the South say, watch your mouth say Frank Sinatra hustle, Rat Pack, it My Way'
I know we don't see eye to eye, you ain't never We should part ways 'fore somebody catch a Recognize, lost a love when my momma died Did a gang of shit, I'm that I'm still alive
yellin' 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 must go our separate Without you, I'll do But these words I have to say
It's not I don't hear you When you scream and curse my It's just 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 about like a guillotine, money over everythin' Seems to be the theme in the land of the
Mentally you still up on some lame shit Side by side on the of a slave ship Came a long way from the place that I from seen a man's last breath beaten out of him?
Hate manifest from the out The shit starts in your heart, then out your 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 like you, but you think we pitiful, you can never bang with the criminal
This cannot We must go our separate Without you, I'll do But first these words I to say
not that I don't hear you When you and curse my name just that I don't feel you Nigga, you my space
Three wheels, lock it up, ammo, it up It's not for niggaz 'cause Bush comin' after us That's why it's time to roll, get where I go All my people for they soul, you are not alone
Never waste my on the swine and the ignorant on my grind, you despise and belittle it Here's a little tidbit, X rock that real Dump a L.A.P.D. cop, overkill shit
Hooked on a brand new called monopolize Put you on track you just, you was out of line And I ain't got the time to fuck around with the shit You that young shit, the 'Hey nigga, where you from?' shit
Even though the in my hand, I'm a businessman People grow apart, don't expect you to Let's part ways and then for better days I realize somebody 'bout to die, so I to say
This continue We go our separate ways Without you, do better But first words I have to say
not that I don't hear you When you and curse my name just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my
Yeah, (You my space) Yeah, stop askin' where the fuck I'm at, (Nigga, you my space)
to see where I'm at Tryin' to be where I'm at all the time, c'mon (You my space) Get a life, nigga, I got mines, (Nigga, you my space)