And it's coming closer Stranded in this spooky town Stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down Floor is crackling cold She took my heart, I think she took my soul With the moon I run Far from the carnage of the fiery sun Driven by the strangle of

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

The little cracks they escalated For making circles and telling lies You're moving too fast for me And I can't keep up with you I could see you're only telling lies, lies, lies Breaking us down with your lies, lies, lies When will you learn? I think it's

I'm the law and you can't beat the law What we're dealing with here is a total lack of respect for the law I'm the law and you can't beat the law (Note) Fuck 'em and their law Crack down at sundown Fuck 'em and their law

Yeah, Slumdon Bridge Mr. Red, Catfish I’m out to bark again, ball cracked on the target, demolish it Don’t jump, I just see, nah, took a swattin', then Think while I jump back on the beat, like I need audiences To speak too like a leech, needs to

Sing yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh The roaches and the rats, heroin and the cracks Couldn't blame me, I'm just giving the facts Tryna hit the top, the bottom ain't where it's at Everybody got a past but you can never go

Weekends here, good God almighty, Yeah, yeah, yeah... But we just punched out and its paycheck Friday, Yeah the big boss man, he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his time card slip, I give him forty hours and a piece of my soul,

When you've got to feel it in your bones You see, you've got to feel it in your bones I don't want to be crippled and cracked Shoulders and wrists, knees and back Ground to dust and ash Crawling on all fours Now I can't climb the stairs Pieces missing

Get away with your guns now Money money money Root of all evil Trendy Wendy's you know what I mean Hangin' around with girl who's rolling up her jeans She watches her street crack 'cause she's no dummy Through rocking the microphone and she's calling me

Reality, yeah, sometimes life Ain't all that it's cracked up to be So let's take a chance and live this fantasy 'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality Come on everybody, break free For me it's a beach bar Or on a boat underneath the stars Or