you need them most of them are ghost Even though they unloyal ,still give them a toast Trust nobody keep your enemies close Who know your dark secrets what you doin the most? You know
they tell everyone Misery loves company so we done with thee Enemy when it be energy sendin' me the route My negativity trippin' wit me, you runnin' for your life 'Cause you ran your
-11 rugers and a forty-fo' Get your killers, you better go get your gangstas Better go get your hustlers, better go get your riders Better go get your
like you I slangs just 'bout everything to start new Do you have the answer? Niggas gettin' popped, dying off just like cancer You got your enemies, you got your
you long Your memories might fade Your real friends will serve you long Sunshine or rain Your real friends will serve you long Acquaintances will fade Your
tonight I fought with my twin, that enemy within 'Til both of us fell by the way Horseplay and disease is killing me by degrees While the law looks the other way Your
a movie with no sound What good? What good are you With your Cherokee trail and your Roosevelt Room? What good? What good are you With your cynical plague and your
charges ain't funny but it boost your career Your penile style is now hanging from a tier Now you wanna know fear to impress your peers Now your ass
the eye come test me If you don't know me you never know me, boost the birdie Rock a bye baby from the rooftop When the guns blow your cradle gets rocked
I But nothing's more important than that look in your eyes That's when I know I hit your spot because you tighten your thighs That's when I know I hit
take You gotta claim your spot, nobody hold your place Ain't no time to preach about time you chose to waste You gotta mold your fate, hold your weight
squeal day one DA's said he's willing to deal, never let your friends know How your pistol blow, how you get your dough About the crib on the low, the code
something that your eyes can't see Or are you jsut blind to the fact that you in it too deep (juicy "j") Yeah I know what ya mean I had to
that's missin' is the fire Come on baby tell me is it something that your eyes can't see Or are you just blind to the fact that you in it too deep Yeah, I know
I put your family in a fucked up situation Your mama like where my son at? Everybody know I done that But the law, don't know where the gun at So they
how many Columbians from Santa Fe do you know, papa? If you was in the mix, what was your price in 86 and I wanna know what type of stamps on your bricks
line then bisected your necklace Dreadnaut leaving treadmarks from lead shots Silence your voice box, with infrared dots Your optics, forced to watch raw torture Therapeutic, combining your
history is re-born on cd code in the form of a poem Anyone who study Canibus past Knows he has to answer the questions your probaly not advanced enough
