Shity days are up ahead God I wish that i was dead No fucking cure can fix this now All I ned is a way out, from life From this day forward I'll
the love I need to see me through Let me take you down to London city Where the attitudes bad and the weather is shitty Everybody?s on the paper chase
me beatin' my wife ass ironed on The front, my pump built like the Klumps To carry it I take the spare out the trunk I stay hungry, I ain't worked for days
Dirty cash, I want you, dirty cash, I need you, whoa Let me take you down to London city Where the attitude's bad and the weather is shitty Everybody
birth but I make no excuses For the trivial things and the pain life induces Bitches are wild and so was I, young and stupid It's incredible, what a shitty
feel the city breathin Chest heavin, against the flesh of the evening Sigh before we die like the last train leaving [Talib Kweli] Breathin in deep city breaths, sittin on shitty
it You think I'm fronitin' a fruad, Peter tell 'em how I want it Aiyo Shaq the world is yours but can I get a city Gritty blocks shitty cops broads
stand up like you're 'Growin Up Gotti' Hit lyrics every time we come out, nigga Use a fist 'fo' it come out ya mouth The way I'm stackin' white these days
public I run around gropin these hoes and the love it Give these little kids a little somthin to drink You free all hookers and pimps out the clink New days
see Grym Reap be morbid Since pieces of the lost civilization in the past Had my photographs etched inside of pyramids To laugh at this revelation, without 365 days
trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down Just can't understand why we getting respect now Mama told me they're be days
bop gun cat name (Fame) Must maintain, now I was raised in my (days) On, BDP, Rakim and The Juice Crew (shit that I'm use to) Now a days, rappers act pretty Rap shitty
We on a brand new page. ("Uh.") Millennium days Desperation on the streets gotta find a new way Keep the mics and choke holds. The saga unfolds Machavellian
Go to my room, sleep off my high and hit the door Tellin' myself, "I ain't smokin' weed no more" But you know them lies as the days go by Me, Choo-Choo
was a young boy that had big plans Now I'm just another shitty old man I don't have fun and I hate everything The world owes me, so fuck you Glory days
beautiful expansive green lawns for expensive white people and that mailman he smiles and says hello (i just wanna roll his ass) you wanna know why? cause now are the days
fades away But I will not pull out the pin Because that's mean! With judgment day not far away You're sniffing all your days away I don't know who to
swore Dj Lord come bust down the door Los Angel-less, New Jack Pity They say fuck the sticks cause they be the city Homeless sitting outside smellin shitty