the glamorous life there's no time for fooling around Lord have mercy I know what I'm doing I don't need an alibi I need a fire escape and an open window
, after the death The last one left, let my cash invest in stock Came a along way from blastin', techs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin' acres From
was driving in my car last night Radio up and came to a stoplight Had a man who came up to my window and Asked for a dollar 'cause he was in a tight jam
cause we don't give a jam Jam to the jam from jelly to the jam Imagine we not jammin', shove it up your monkey jam Buggface, Toe Jam Frown your face
you niggaz Been with a nigga, roll with a nigga My whole career an' shit All the fans, fuckin' with a nigga All my Rocafella niggaz, Terror Squad niggaz My Def Jam
so please call me Chris Gaines. You wanted a jam, put others to shame. Here I am, the title i claim. In world full of Blains, I'm just a Ducky, lucky
to flee this shit is blasphemy I took a couple of steps and the nigga blasted me This nigga Moose got loose from the caboose Ain't thinkin' about a
from my nation got niggas pacing from here to Russia Stone crusher, I keep crew under pressure Never settle for lesser the have nots running from crab
with as you please Just so you appeased, mixed with a couple Of signs 'bout real life while you make believe So I teleported outta there with a grin Met a bum with a
his brains See crime is life and life is crime But what would life be without a reel life rhyme Not real life All the base heads on the corner ran Then a
away the sorrow I'll trade my love today for a greater love tomorrow The lonely child looks out and dreams of independence From this family life sentence
the sorrow I'll trade my love today for a greater love tomorrow The lonely child looks out and dreams of independence From this family life sentence
I was young I'm not a kid anymore, But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again, 'cause I remember crazy summer nights, sneakin all up in your window
some money aside And in a month call the man and tell him, "Bring a extra five" 10 wayz to a G Two situations, pay attention to me 10 wayz to a G Two
a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One
her everything she needed for a home In searching for a pefect love I found that I could not give her a child Now she lives a quiet life and is the
e'ry purr I ain't a trapper rapper, still a G from the hood That Great China Wall, I spent a G on the hood I got them year-up windows that come in the bucket A
a little story, I've gots to tell) {scratching} (I'm mad!) 4x Parrish: My life story I tell straight from the heart. When suckers tried to crash my shit straight from start. A