faces cant make a bad year better. my hope becomes wishes, wishing on stars, wishing for dreams, when dreams wont mend anything. cause i feel soon, this will stick
the way [x2] Lie to my face not my back I'm not a stick figure Pray to my face on your back Three-Dimensional figure On your fear we feed And this
get one less chump I encourage all frauds to jump I heard they taste like chicken And my bitch is in the kitchen With a pot of hot grease And a couple side dishes Go figure
her girlfriends now don't that make ya mind move Like smoke patterns, me on my way to Saturn wit a bomb Numb be it view, or Saudi Shawty I figure before
the Mafia remember them? Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up apostles, now strictly niggaz that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure
me looking Got me looking so crazy in love Young Ho, y'all know when the flow is loco Young B and the R O C, uh oh Ol' G, big homie, the one and only Stick
Yo yo brand new KRS y'all, Maximum Strength 5 Boroughs of death we rep to death Yo Kris, set it for The Bronx.. [KRS-One] We hit em and get em, we stick
in your sink Don't know why but you and I should agree That belongs in part three of my confessions Baby forgive me I'm still trying to figure out Why
ever figured out where you were callin' 'em from They'd come and bust your head right in with a ratchet Listen to me Don't go makin' phony calls Please stick
it, takin' out my weed Here, stay high, nigga, so paranoia is factor When a nigga wanna act up, nigga, figure, I'm quiet Then he look at my sawed-off's and they figure
headed for the West Heard they got a couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet Well, uh, I oughta make it by sundown I figure that's enough time
I told ya we'd make it Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit Half baked and gone off this indoe stick Wanna hit it call just as you next Hit it two
and I told ya we'd make it Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit Half baked and gone off this indoe stick Wanna hit it call just as you next Hit it
is a rebel That been through some shit, seen some shit you couldn't bear Only a few make it out, niggaz dead or in jail I figured that I would just
Tomorrow, I'll be somebody else, 'cause I ain't been me I can't seem to shake these, I'll put that there on every day Boy tryna figure me out, is like