distracted By glints on the surface of life Confused by signal fires And lost desires Why is love so wrong for me? After All The story's told We'll all
aware of the danger They head's up wit thoroughbred cats That knock 'em back, they get the axe And a hard case to crack I'm a hard face to track Fast
Everybody go Too high, too fast, gonna break our necks Everything about you screamed of godly intersex Nothing offered per dash, no human tracks The
where the fly girls chill Through action at some freaks until one bitch got ill She started actin' stupid simply would not quit Called us all punk pussies said we all
you slut. Bitches just demanding me hard dick insanity. I really loved you up until I fucked you. Once I skied, it's kinda like a track meet. How fast
break on the rollin' tape Another album to make? Great Islam turn the bass kick up a bit Hype the snare, now I got a place to sit And ride the track
you can't really f-ck with that Pusha T, the Clipse just made a classic Good music together we too Jurassic, you stay plastic Ramadan with the flow, guaranteed everyone fasting
shoes Shorties clockin' me Always be coming in the two Niggas from the north I'm bringing you tracks and good news My debut was real to the blind industry
INTRO: (Saukrates) [Common] Word up, Saukrates in the house [yeah, yeah] 'Bout to turn it all out again Y'all niggas check my shit out, word up check
like (Take it all, you need me) Yes, sir Niggas better get wit the program I'm fast on a track But I kill a slow jam Oh man, goddamn (Take it all, you
[All] Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens (Motown) We getting shit started If you every hear us say Magnet-net-net [Jay Dee] It's going
, on you, 'cause I'm so big Me and my money is all I dig I'm from the Dangerous Crew, we ain't no punk We take 24 tracks, drop the funk on your ass Beating
certainly they'll get 'em I really don't have to answer to questions that y'all present me But I know why after this here session, y'all resent me Never
s over with thats all she wrote all she wrote, all she wrote I said it's over with thats all she wrote all she wrote, all she wrote Goodnight its over with that's all
clubs, an' the jeeps an' the after hours Fools on the street wanna feel the funk Lookin' for the 'skunk' that's what'cha want Ya betta, sit back and let the track
