start, The ? moms, the sun has arrived, It comes again... nobody ever knew I wrote the bible, found out what we are, and I just cried... What is running through my head ? Erase
all my homies "Yo, he ain't that fly" The beat just cause I made a record the record So please don't make me better than the next man, erase that gameplan
ya ass I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem So don't whisper or make a sound or croak Shit ya
pencils and the papers and erasers I'm comin through ya living room boom, shok-a-lok-a boom Shake ya whole area, break your sound barrier So wake up
evil Look outside my window I still see a fucked up world Waking up to helicopter and car alarms Does this happen where you live? Gunshots sound in
to view So I fucked with and stuck with a chosen few But Snoop Dogg, you can call me, whatever the case And homie that ain't nothing that the set could erase
Yo, I know what I'm tryna say is on the tip of my tongue It's like my thoughts have been erased, that's all as if I was dumb I should of met her when
maximum of 200 your rhymin' iq Is 10, meaning thin, you'll never win So erase that, I'm not gonna lose friend I know you're gassed, ya charged, and kinda stuck
heard, it control Your body to dance, you got it soul Dilects the tempo like a red alert Reaches your reflex, so let it work When this is playing you can't get stuck
a microphone murderin' M.C's Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote (Follow the leader) Yeah, dope 'Coz everytime I stop it seems ya stuck Soon as
bitch Temperatures rises niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise No time to plot retreats, niggaz shiver and die Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face Wrapped in plastic, the acid erased
t the world 'cause 2Pac: I got nothing to lose, it's just me agains't the world FlipBoy: It's just me alone agaisn't the world 'cause i'm 2Pac: Stuck
Temperatures rises, niggaz blinded by my lyrical disguise No time to plot retreats, niggaz shiver and die Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased
Ive been evicted, erase me from the face of the planet My minds stuck inside a cycle of depression Cause your world got my outlook damaged They have
[MJG] 1 to the muthafuckin 2 to the muthafuckin 3 The sound of the boom is sweatin ya hard like a mystery Could It be The pimps could rule the nation
s heard, it control Your body to dance, you got it soul Ditects the tempo like a red alert Reaches your reflex, so let it work When this is playin', you can't get stuck
microphone murderin' MC's Let's quote a rhyme from a record I wrote (Follow the leader) Yeah, dope 'Cause everytime I stop it seems ya stuck Soon as
