This cannot We must go our separate you, I can do better But first these words I to say
not that I don't hear you When you and curse my name It's just I don't feel you Nigga, you my space
Yeah, blacked out, tatted up, go, saddle up I'm alge-ballin', niggaz can't add it up back, back 'em up, fuck what you throwin' up All rappers comin' out, ain't nobody showin' up
Man, where your talent at? me where your balance at You the king of the Well, I ain't heard none of that Just like the South say, watch what 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 catch a Recognize, lost a lotta love when my momma Did a of shit, I'm surprised that I'm still alive
Fishburn's wake up, open up my eyes Don't believe them from them guys that you idolize Ridicule, try to downplay, try to And criticize you on your grind, so I realized
This continue We go our separate ways Without you, do better But these words I have to say
It's not I don't hear you When you and curse my name It's just 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 you talk about like a guillotine, money over everythin' Seems to be the theme in the of the Philistine
Mentally you shackled up on some lame shit by side on the bottom of a slave ship Came a long way the place that I started from seen a man's last breath beaten out of him?
Hate from the inside out The shit starts in your heart, then spill out your 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 at my pinnacle I'm not you, but you think we identical pitiful, you can never bang with the criminal
This cannot We must go our separate Without you, I'll do But first these words I to say
It's not I don't hear you When you scream and curse my just that I don't feel you Nigga, you my space
Three wheels, lock it up, ammo, it up It's not for niggaz 'cause George Bush after us That's why it's time to roll, get where I go All my people fightin' for they soul, you are not
Never my pearls on the swine and the ignorant Forever on my grind, you despise and it Here's a little tidbit, X rock real shit like a L.A.P.D. cop, overkill shit
Hooked on a brand new high monopolize Put you on track where you just, you was out of And I ain't got the time to around with the dumb shit You know that shit, the 'Hey nigga, where you from?' shit
though the pistol in my hand, I'm a businessman People apart, don't expect you to understand Let's ways and then pray for better days I realize 'bout to die, so I came to say
This continue We go our separate ways Without you, do better But these words I have to say
It's not I don't hear you When you and curse my name just that I don't feel you Nigga, you invade my
Yeah, (You my space) Yeah, askin' where the fuck I'm at, yeah (Nigga, you my space)
Tryin' to see I'm at Tryin' to be where I'm at all the time, c'mon (You my space) Get a life, nigga, I got mines, (Nigga, you my space)