This cannot We must go our ways you, I can do better But first these words I to say
It's not that I don't you When you scream and my name It's that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my
Yeah, blacked out, tatted up, let's go, up I'm alge-ballin', dumb niggaz add it up Cock back, back 'em up, what you throwin' up All these rappers comin' out, ain't nobody up
Man, where your talent at? Show me where balance at You the king of the streets? Well, I ain't heard of that Just like the South say, watch your mouth say Frank Sinatra hustle, Rat Pack, 'Did it My
I know we don't see eye to eye, you never lied We should part ways 'fore somebody a homicide Recognize, lost a love when my momma died Did a gang of shit, I'm surprised I'm still alive
yellin' wake up, open up my eyes Don't believe lies from them guys that you idolize Ridicule, try to downplay, try to And criticize you on your grind, so I realized
cannot continue We must go our separate you, I'll do better But first these I have to say
It's not that I don't you you scream and curse my name It's that I don't feel you Nigga, you my space
Go ahead, it out, that's right, get it out So I can respond, nigga, fuck what you talk Drop a guillotine, money over everythin' Seems to be the in the land of the Philistine
Mentally you still shackled up on some lame Side by side on the bottom of a ship Came a long way the place that I started from Ever a man's last breath beaten out of him?
Hate manifest from the out The shit starts in heart, then spill out your mouth I'm the odd man out, it all pan out I see you tryin' to stand up but you don't out
Now that I found that my is original Prepared, never scared, had to peak at my I'm not like you, but you we identical It's pitiful, you can never bang with the
This continue We go our separate ways Without you, do better But first these I have to say
not that I don't hear you When you scream and curse my It's just that I don't you Nigga, you my space
Three wheels, lock it up, ammo, it up not for niggaz 'cause George Bush comin' after us That's why time to roll, get where I gotta go All my people fightin' for they soul, you are not
Never waste my on the swine and the ignorant Forever on my grind, you despise and it Here's a little tidbit, X rock that real like a L.A.P.D. cop, overkill shit
Hooked on a brand new high called Put you on where you just, you was out of line And I ain't got the time to fuck around with the shit You know young shit, the 'Hey nigga, where you from?' shit
Even the pistol in my hand, I'm a businessman People apart, don't expect you to understand Let's part ways and then pray for days I somebody 'bout to die, so I came to say
This cannot We must go our ways Without you, do better But these words I have to say
not that I don't hear you When you scream and my name It's just that I feel you Nigga, you invade my
Yeah, (You my space) Yeah, stop where the fuck I'm at, yeah (Nigga, you my space)
Tryin' to see I'm at Tryin' to be I'm at all the fuckin' time, c'mon (You my space) Get a life, nigga, I got mines, (Nigga, you my space)