Look at me, look at me Realest shit you niggas ever seen Some things you have to see for yourself Francis Ford, fuckin' with them hoes You niggas still can't afford Made so many mistakes I know that my niggas relate Just to rattle my cage, so much shit

So I wish I could trade hearts with you So I can feel the same way you do 'Cause there's some things I just don't understand Like how hard a woman loves a man Touch me 'til I feel your love all mine You say I don't have any time to try and keep you

Def jam yeah! (come on) Ruff ryders yeah! (come on) Bloodline, we bout to blow (what!) Ruff ryders, we bout to blow (what!) Vacant lot, we bout to blow (what!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cause you know how

Everything you gave Stay with me Did I say that I need you? No one knows this more than me Nothing you would take Yes, I understand that every life must end, aw huh, As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh, yeah, I'm a lucky man to count on

He ain't feelin' anythin' My love, my hurt or the sting of this rain All he can say is, "Man ain't it such a nice day?" Like dead flowers I feel like the flowers in this vase He just brought 'em home one day, "Ain't they beautiful?" he said They been

Of everything that's possible In the hearts and minds of man Keep on locking your doors Keep on building your floors Keep on just as before Here at the end, end Pay disasters no mind Didn't get you this time

I know too well that it had to be Stop this world, let me off There's just too many pigs in the same trough There's too many buzzards sitting on the fence Stop this world, it's not making sense Stop this show, hold the phone Better days this girl has

Outstanding I done took a whole lotta chances I fuck her, I ain't tryna be romantic I just left the jeweler diamonds dancing Try to take it my chopper do damage

The wind calls your name, get out of your bed Go on out to the hills, the wind will lead Just when we prevail, the hangman is here Hear his boots and see the figure passing by Echoes of him have been heard Spiritually he is all intact Say your prayer

Give me somethin' to ride to And forget about life to The kind you wanna get high to Lay back in the night to Yeah used to be dance songs Slow jams and romance songs But now that she's gone and the radio's on Yeah I just want one that don't sing about