Once again Stop to pretend I've been there done that way too many times I won't play fool even for you My time has come to set my sky to blue [Chorus
any further Not even fully grown They are asked to feed the machine No parents to be know Or no friends to be seen Truth'd be told they'll never know
You thought it was them other fools, though It was us the whole time! Them haters tryna deplete my shine like Venetian blinds But sun do what the sun do rise Hit
never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em Now you're in each others face spewing venom in your words when you spit 'em You push, pull each others hair
Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill Heat, got it with me still Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched Out like your motherfuckin' guns bust, BLAOW Sure shot, hit again
none of that tough talk, I take seriously It goes in one ear and right out the other Heard that fake thug shit, brotha I don't mean to brag, never never
Yo, Yo Gansta, gansta Gansta, yo That's right Journey through the life of some real niggas Some real niggas, you'll never see what I've seen When I sleep
this niggas all to hell I never like them niggas from the gat, go Used to breakin' my craps and fuck all they motherfuckin' hoes Made another car-hit
did quite fine Shall we rewind, relive these good times? I feel your body gettin' hot again Girl, don't you know I'm 'bout to dive on in? It's never
shit Step to the side,bow your head like a bitch I don't play,you'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet You'll get hit by the ricochet
a rap through their ear to hear Heureka! I just struck a platinum fame In the game things'll never be the same Because money changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again
...... Hit the lights lights lights So hit the lights lights lights Bushta Rhymes:- its Bush Rhyme baby! back in the kitchen 'm cooking and i think you better listen look i hit them again
Now you're getting fucking sick Of looking at 'em You swore you've never hit 'em Never do nothing to hurt 'em Now you're in each other's face Spewing
B Pistol pop, dime for dime, burn, baby, burn Revolver spinnin again and again you niggas never learn Got a itchy, itchy, itchy, itchy trigger finger nigga So if you hit
somethin' Yo, we hard hit, just like Comacho and Vargas Who's the target? Now watch how we close the market We both hard hit just like Haggler and Hearns
luck, I got up, the cop **** again Bus stop glass bursts, a fiend drops his Heineken Richochetin' between the spots that I'm hidin' in Blackin' out as I ***** back, **** gettin' hit
ground for gain, Makes it hard to see the fall[?], like driving in the rain, It's evident, it'll never change, So Imma turn left and go against the grain
, c'mon) World (Peace) World (Peace) World (Peace) World Y'all know that's my style, to hit you at the right time No other compares to what Nas write
