I care about love And how I feel I care about dreams And make them real I care about you I care about me No no worry Yes I'm able to be free I live
The memory of you Still in our zone And our song is playing in my head on and on Our world is black and white baby now that you?re gone I?m smelling
things'll never be the same Because money changes everything [ ROUND 1: Donald D ] Once again comin at you hyper Donald D the Syndicate Sniper Boston Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer
my own I terror yo squad, but I ain't from the Bronx One in the bag, still play with that horn Just know I don't play no radio homes No radio play every
a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone I save then baby, come on Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead
homie) Getting on these dudes when Ia??m not in the mood, the jerk shoes you wear look like space jam shoes, clowns, why do little niggas always flip, Corey on the other
to what I'm sayin' fool I know kids who went to school together Now they all grown up, tryin' to kill each other Shootouts in the playground is where
girl so now im callin' the radio hopin that my call gets through cause i wanna play this song and i wanna dedicate it to you im on the phone with the radio
in the flow Would like to just let yourselves go and doowutchyalike Yeah, well tonight's your night Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude Kill the
got to come in and control our situation They want half of us on dope and the other half in incarceration If the ones they want dead ain?t killed by
worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?) Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz for lettin' that line leak out the radio
cuffs get you nauseous Two years, been through like six divorces Now the talking put my business in the street, but I'm like cement, I rock when I step Kill
caught with the hammer Steal banners, medical examiners, clocked live hammers For real, you a live nigga, rock ya five in ya slippers like them other
D: x4 repeat in the background] Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits [Paris] Yes, live, real rap's back again You in tune to the real, Hard Truth Soldier radio
talkin? MC with booty on the breath, naw Let's smoke somethin', let your dude hold somethin' And this dudes coke runnin' till the blue coats comin' yes Cruise still stuntin', radio
, so I own the whole rap industry I'm like a lion, my man an' the streets are my den It's either kill or be killed, so I kill I kill again an' again
wall Ain't no game like a game of Hardball This goes out to them jocks That stay on my jock throwin' the pop Keep pitchin', I'm in the kitchen makin' radio
game like a game of Hardball [Verse 2: Lil' Zane] This goes out to them jocks that stay on my jock, throwin the pop Keep pitchin, I'm in the kitchen makin radio
