Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone I've seen the world through a bus windshield But nothing compares to the way that I see it To the way that I see

One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go) Look at the cash (look) Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay, you bubblin') Look at you go Bubblin' (go) One in the hand (look), one in the hand (go) Okay, you bubblin' Look, go, go

Shot down in flames To be shot down in flames Ain't it a shame (Yow! One, two) Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Anybody want to hand off me And give me plenty of She was standing alone over by the jukebox

Put your hands in the air One more time If you hear me out there I've been looking for you day and night Shine a light in the dark Let me see where you are 'Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind If I told you that you're not alone And I show you this is

I'll see you there When the daylight comes and I look across the room, I see you're gone. As the morning breaks and I reach to hold your hand I can see, see I'm the only one. Well, your clothes are gone and your bags are packed But the bed's still warm

Shot down in flames To be shot down in flames Ain't it a shame (Yow! One, two) Out on the town, looking for a woman Gonna give me good love Anybody want to hand off me And give me plenty of She was standing alone over by the jukebox

No need to state the obvi', I be close to your heart I know you looking for real love I got my hand on my Glock, posted on the block I might just let off a shot, at anyone tryin' to kill love Are you who I be in this weekend If so, let's get lost in the

I'm just playing, but I'm saying Dreams of fucking one of these little rappers Barbie dreams R.I.P. to B.I.G Classic shit I'm looking for a nigga to give some babies A hand full of Weezy’s, a sprinkle of Dave East Man, I ain't got no type, like Jxmmi and

She's alone in the new pollution She's got cigarette on each arm She's got the lily-white cavity crazes She's got a carburetor tied to the moon Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages She's got a hand on a wheel of pain She can talk to the mangling

(I love myself) When you lookin' at me, ahh, tell me what do you see? I put a bullet in the back of the back of the head of the bully Illuminated by the hand of God, boy don't seem shy I went to war last night I done been through a whole lot Trial,