There are times when I'm not even thinking about you And there are nights I don't want to be around you And I know, I know, I know you think I'm crazy
got the socks and more pigeons up here Evilyn lost the fuckin' records Now it's show time, time to flow time Evil lost the records but we still gotta go time
their problem, Griff shouldn'ta said it E where's my pistol? Yo I'll go get it 'Cause it's time for me to enforce some discipline Are you down or not, are
let a person place a thing come between it an opportunist is how they paint me but if the nigga only knock once can you blame me still I feel like my problems are
want to hear you Fake tales of San Francisco Echo through the air And there's a few bored faces at the back All wishing they weren't there And as the
Mimi, bitch greedy, give you head easy Fake weave, big ass with the G-3 I know that chick, her real name Hillary Used to be one of my shorties off Willerby There
) And there's really nothin' else to say (But umm) Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay? And last but not least, one of the most humungous Problems among young
[Verse 1] Hip hop, modern time, flossy and raw so self-absorbed, immature I can't remember being this bored Fake bonanza, there come real wars Bullets
money brings is fake niggaz and problems Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you So many times
9 although my tattoo reads 'no more pain' lately i feel the needle hit me up in vein most of my real niggas are dead they done left me with my fake friends
eye viewing it right now Out there out the motherfucking window) You got the strong scoopers out there? (Word, five book store buses out front All them young boys are
problem now Knowi'msayin? too many corny rappers... Knowi'msayin? pretenders, knowi'msayin? Chorus: {2x} Theres too many phony mc's out there this
the blocks You can dig the styles cause the styles are for the digging A fat sack of soul, that's how the Sector roll Never making fake material, why
now off and off along time (along time) But I'm frustrated I still don't know if you love me for me The interior things yeah Maybe it's time you start
now its my time to represent [Chorus: x2] I represent southside Blue rag Gangbang In a cadillac Fuck that stay strappd My turn to shine One time
ride its gonna be some real mutha-fuckas And there is gonna be some pussys Now the real niggas are gonna be the ones with Money and bitches The pussys are
I stormed in Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in I'm here to win Every mornin' I'm yawnin' While ya'll are boardin' The store and showin' that you're fake
