someday I?ll figure it all out Figure it all out I feel the need to catch this wave To let it out To make it stay Nothing will get in the way if I say It
was feelin 'em Them days kept a crisp cold dollar bill on 'em I lived it out -- special delivery I spit it out -- special delivery I sniffed it out --
feet And you wear them around like it ain't it But you don't know the way that you look When your steps make that much noise Shh, I got you all figured out
shallow 'til she found out how deep that my pockets is Mrs. pre-Madonna, this is your reminder That I think you're fine, but I'm finer 'Cause it sure seems ('Cause it
your bridges are burned Gave me time to figure out Your scheme it's all a dream now Trying to get back in and you don't know how Now your all out of
thinking 'bout any another days? We had it figured out Don't wanna lose you now Is there any other way to stop thinking 'bout any another days? We had it figured out
in the air (It's louder) Try to hold back your tears baby (It's louder) Wait a second, what happens here baby? (It's louder) Broken glass, everywhere (It
cyaah forget it Now meh jus a stress it, fret it An' meh doh waah fi loose or regret it, cah I'm Runnin' out o' time When ah sometimes true love it
Did work, done damage) And it never broke down My Cadillac is great, earth's 8th wonder of the world Take it out my garage and scare the (Shit out of girls) It
, tryin to get a rep [krs-one] If you thinkin that it's krs you wanna take out You better reroute quick you got it, all wrong See when I grab the microphone
facing? Just something about my shit, you'll never figure out It's too hot,s burning my mouth, that's why I spit it out It must be, real hard for ya
Akon and B. I.G. yeah Niggaz talkin' it but ain't livin' it Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and lizard shit Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts
is toxic When I rock and shock and hip hop it unlock your head, I knock it It split quick from the lyric Direct hit, perfect fit, you can't get with it
entice The fealin of temptation And the thoughts of should I or shouldn't I Gotcha complicated Yea, the rhyme's stated Opposition cant debate it The jealous hate it
Off of some illy shit Here go a rusty razor blade but still it split And fill it with the killer shit so I can really trip It's like the bud was tailor
out Spooking the mouses with design got them niggas pulling macs out For the love of the green liar promotion Hell if I expose ya mad assed out blowing
listenin' to what people talkin' 'bout You ain't figured out why they call ya The hefas steady hatin' 'cause you rollin' on 2-4's See how yo money flo You dressed in designer
