A day to God is a thousand years,
Men walk around with a thousand fears.
The true joy of love brings a thousand tears,
In the world of desire, there's a thousand snares.
Keep my planets in orbit,
Never forfeit or quit,
I talk with the awkward slang,
I walk with the Wu-Tang.
This is a robbery, boy, gimme them dollars.
We hit the lottery, boy, it's in ya wallets!
Took two drags off the blunts, and started breaking down the flag:
The blue is for the Crips, the red is for the Bloods,
The whites for the cops, and the stars come from the clubs
Or the slugs that ignite, through the night,
By the dawn early light, why is sons fighting for the stripe?
Complainin' to my lawyer how this rookie tried to frisk me...
Jealous of my jeep, I gave his badge to the chief,
And got his ass directin' traffic in the heat for a week.
Cats be talkin', "Bobby I ain't feelin' ya."
But I bet if I was peelin' your cap back with a two-shot Dillinger
Hot lead released from my cylinder,
You'd be talkin' 'bout, "Bobby I'm feelin' ya!"
Feeling mad hostile, wearing Aéropostale,
Flowing like Christ when I speaks the gospel.
You can see the weakness of a man right through his iris.
Aiyyo, camoflouge chameleon,
ninjas scalin' your building,
No time to grab the gun,
I already got your wife and children
Grew up in Stapleton House village, where blood flood the waters in the streets like oil spillage
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