would you smile and walk away or be askin' me to stay And if you could see me now and if I would call your name and if you could see me now
't a plumber They tell you what doesn't kill you only makes you stronger You'd have to be a Superman to lift as much as me partna Could tell you stay strong You
sister got me fly when she could But they all didn't see, the little bit of sadness in me, Scotty I've got some issues that nobody can see And all of
to see if I can do it again You want to be like me, so damn bad The impossible dream all you Mc's had If you could rap like me, you wouldn't have the
mic If you eighteen or nineteen speak up fool I was born on the mic before you went to school Talkin' 'bout pimp shit, you know whassup I wonder if you
got lines of clientele load up yo clip click-clack hold up yo shit get back if ya know ya shit admitt that roll up a spliff an hit that roll
hype See, you don't know this could be your last night I'm passed right, I'm, I'm on another level you can't see That's why you can't dark me, join
You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you
you're gone, you don't come back Too bad, you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk
You're off the map now Radar can't even find you We stay on the grind You slip, we out grind you Walk around mad You let your anger blind you We walk
shake-up, break up, now blow up Has entered the minds in washington d.c., tell me Is this the land of the free, and in france see {*rappin in french*}
treat you, whisper in your ear and tell you that i need you girl without you i got nothin, you in my life that really means somethin see you my cutie pie and you
You're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We
had you You could make a rainy day sunny in my mind You make the world seem like a friend to me Yeah, there ain't nothin' I couldn't do If you were there to see me
got me fly when she could But they all didn't see The little bit of sadness in me, Scotty I've got some issues that nobody can see And all of these
You could tell if they wolves or lamb You could fight a few, there's a few that ran Or you could feed them and lose your hand What you wanna do? Chorus
the basket of values Pertinent to, which cayak pilot succeeded in serving him proof Now I'm surfin it through So if you need me spread your wings to
you heard of me You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone
