{Chorus:Goldie} I'm looking to the sky, looking to the sky (I'm looking to the sky) {x4} {Red Dogg} CBK sliding with th gangsta lead. I'm jonzin for
Look man a tree grows in Brooklyn Some how some way I gotta make it up out the hood someday Some how some way I gotta make it up out this life, c'mon
know what it is C'mon! Yeah So what if you flip a couple words, I could triple that in verse Open your mind you see the circus in the sky I'm Ringling
lavish crib and fancy cars You want the face, on that Rolex shinin' like the stars Don't worry Mayne, you could get it Mayne If you look in the sky and
's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair How I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block
look at you now!) I kicked the door open *door opens*, threw her body on the freeway Continued the chase, wiped the blood *door closes* off my face Lookin
Pimp C A mill' on mine rolled back to back and young millionaires we haven't scratched Rhyme through the hood and habitat, candy paint look like some
a fuck, never have, never will If it ain't on your hip, then you're lookin' to die I ain't tryin' to be the nigga that's gonna look at the sky Ask God
that there ain't been no justice here My hood [Chorus] [Verse 5: Lucky Luciano] Came to wreck it huh! Look up in the sky, is it a bird or a plane? Naw
in the wit' the bug lights Just the life that the playa portrays Lookin' laced in my FJ560s It's many ways that we gon' get it Look how many years we
locks Turn soft to hard, drop it in Gladlock's And drive flashy cars and get mad props And still I won't change Last week they caught my partner with a block of c
me, it's the C.C.C. You should see, how happy them yella's be When they see the car, nicely dropped With the paint job, that look like a icy pop Your
stand off Five hundred grams, half a man, watch me get that man off Real shit, we trying to get a mil quick Son try and block the shots, right after
me ya belt Before thinkin' about a nigger, I think of myself 'Cause he showed me a glock (c'mon!) He wanted to fuck me up? Now look! Hit 'em up When the
blocks in four wheel motion Everywhere I look I see 21 ones floatin (21st street!) Then I made a stop at the p-a-c's Wassup y'all? you seen tripp l-o
in the hills Hoe squat thick, hoe squat paying bills Red & Meth on hot wheels bumping down Sunset La Maridia, sky balling, what is this? My eyes, they caught up in the sea, look
you are Wanna hold you in my arms Wanna be your shining star It's amazing How mothers in ghettos hold they heads high And when times get too hard they just look to the sky
didn't wanna hear shit cause I was a clown look I done showed you lil niggaz I done mold you lil niggaz you besta not play with me cause look,i done
