What's the point cos in the end it's just the same again and again i'm on a road to nowhere when it ends what the fuck is there?
no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck You move you weave
down what set ya claimin'?? He drew the Glock, yo my set's aimin' Dumb motherfucker try to roll on me Please I'm protected by a thousand MC's And hoodlums
myself to *** running mouths like auctionists T Streets my brotha, V V's my brotha And we stay on point like a *** box cutter Ya heard what I say, ***?
Could you tell me where you run to? (When it's rent time and I done spent mine ba-by) When it ain't nowhere to turn to (When it's rent time and I done
roll so hard, all of the time You and that bitch playin' Too $hort rhymes If you ask me, what it's all about, I'll say it's about that money But if you
wine arrived, we made a toast let's try to keep it all in the midst, click I downed a swallow of wine and threw my point: a three and a six Know what
' in peace and shit like that See I can only display my personal feelings and experiences And so far I ain't felt what happiness feels like Or experienced anything but hard
Pre] Mininum wage? [MC] That's right, and where we at now? [Pre] Yeah, different page [MC] OK, what's the significance of the point I'm tryin to make? [
all seems to go your way No matter how hard you try to get out of the rut You just could not break the string of bad luck A day where Murphy's law takes
Yo Jeff, what's up Holmes? Yo what's up Prince? Yo what's up man? Aey where's my car at? Where's your car, why you askin' me? No I parked my car right
out there Violent j serving ghetto hard street shit You know it's potent when the funky-ass beat hit Rolling the dice and we's hittin' point Icp out
Let's add some chapters, name 'em Martin, Malcolm and Farrakhan In all my history books, only one died was the Amerikans And let's point 'em out, who's
I feel like I'm too hard to die, man I feel like I can't see faded, you know? I feel like can't no nigga fade me I feel like I'm the hardest nigga to
to worry about the aim Infrared to your head will make sure I hit him in the brain Fly one more time for good luck For what? He was already dead, what
don't nut, I be incomplete If me and the street wasn't in between the sheets I'm a product of hard luck, the money and murder game Here's nature, kill
