So put them hands up higher Let's smash this party up This is the blast off It's time to blow this up So best you run for cover We about to hit self destruct Go all my people with me And none of us give a fuck

And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline I think there's a flaw in my code These voices

Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake

I grew up with a lot of love in a happy home Mama called about the paper turns out they wrote about me Now my broken heart's the only thing that's broke about me So many people should have seen what we got going on I only wanna put my heart and my life

Yo to my people doing time, xzibit, juvenile, y'all need to Nature, ja rule, reptile come on Bring the heat. Look, I'm inhumane livin' in this house of pain Stuck with a thousand street hustlers Down on they luck Repeat felons caught up with the death I

Guess I'm finally right here Guess there's no turning back Pop star of the year, still a God with the raps Whole family know I got it, guess I'm too rich to hide it There's no turning back, back, back Hope the people still relate but my music is my life

People just love to play with words People just love to play, haven't you heard? I'm not tryin' to impress you with my lines They don't mean nothin' at all It's just another expression of mine It don't mean nothin' at all Mystifying, Oh no Crystalizing,

We’re dancing on tables 'Til I’m off my face With all of my people And it couldn’t get better they say And it’s all out of tune Should be laughing, but there’s something wrong And it hits you when the lights go on We’re singing 'til last call Such a good

I been hangin' with the dead people I been drinkin' syrup since Denny's Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin' Right pocket full of dead people All my pockets full of dead people I done fell in love with dead people I'mma handle business S600 big body and

Life of a Don, lights keep glowing Coming in the club with that fresh **** on With something crazy on my arm Uh-uh-hum, and here's another hit, Barry Bonds We outta here baby! It's what you all been waiting for ain't it? What people pay paper for damn