Go get 'em, go get 'em, go get 'em They say best go back to black Crack and Moroccan black, go back to that UK rap, we mashing that CAS and Giggs on a track, imagine that Them man's shit was sounding wack So man had to come pick up the slack Attract

And did we tell you the name of the game, boy We call it 'riding the gravy train' Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar You're gonna go far, you're gonna fly You're never gonna die You're gonna make it if you try They're gonna love you Well I've always

Feeling like Phil when I make the play I light the streets where you are I did not come here from nothin' I need a whole lot of money Crossing these hoes out to featherweight Putting your bitches on layaway Niggas they know me from stuntin' All of my

I'm the one they call the seventh son I'm the one, yes, I'm the one I'm the one, I'm the one, Well now everybody cryin' 'bout the seventh son But in the whole round world there is only one, and Well I can tell your future before it comes to pass And I

They've been spending most their lives Living in a pastime paradise Living in a future paradise Tell me who of them will come to be How many of them are you and me Consolation Living for the future paradise They've been wasting most their time Glorifying

All the lonely people Where do they all come from? Where do they all belong? Ah, look at all the lonely people Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church Where a wedding has been Lives in a dream Waits at the window, wearing the face That she keeps in

Ben, the two of us need look no more They don't scurry when something bigger comes their way Don't pack themselves together and run as one Don't shit where they're not supposed to Don't take what's not theirs, they don't compare They don't compare, rats

Yeah I know we've come so far Let's take it back to where we first began They turned us strangers into closest friends Turn the page and see the wonder That's here for you and I, ha Was all so different once upon a time But now the spark we got won't

Nigga, I'm a thug, fuck the cops and the judge If you're looking for me, nigga, come get me Pu$haz Ink the label, yeah, they're my niggas You know she keep her nails done, her weave spiffy Take it to the house and get jiggy I got the strap cocked, right

The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot I still hear him scream The cops used to come around in my neighborhood "Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!" Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night They had a