, I'm here to show that I'ma rise above this Hello, out there, can you hear me? Can you hear me? It's an SOS to let me be me Hello, out there, can you hear
one here on this good earth Who cannot hear the laughter in your song You made us dance when hearts were heavy And our feet were made of stone Time
to hide? Did someone break your heart inside? You're in ruins One, 21 guns Lay down your arms, give up the fight One, 21 guns Throw up your arms into
I need y'all to hear me out there Can y'all hear me out there? Through blocks and boroughs, cops is plottin' Snakes slither while hustlers chop they
business before pleasure P. Diddy and the Fam, who you know do it better? Yeah right, no matter what, we air tight And when you hear somethin, make sure you hear
is get your money and stay out the way Hustla of the year damn right let's be very clear If u sell them bricks to rocks and stones now it's Belvedere
muthafucka Bitches on your dog like fleas in this muthafucka So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze in this muthafucka Black and gold stones
my spell on you You better get, get, getaway, getaway, darling 'Cause everything you heard is true Your poor little heart will end up alone 'Cause what knows I'm a rolling stone
to make a new start Around the time I said we needed time apart I knew that sticks and stones would break your bones But I didn't know my words would break your heart
need to walk with? Tell me why I can't be there where you are There's something missin' in my heart Life goes on as it never ends Eyes of stone observe
your shit taken then your shit is kept Uh, shit in a step, if not got your back broke Plus ya jaw tapped, snapped your 'Adams Ap' It's just a fact that
your mind To be a dope MC takes time Eight years of mine, no time for draggin You wanna be an MC? "Get off the bandwagon!" But if it's in your heart,
two titans, the whole jam stopped to stare And as we walked through the crowd they threw bills in the air I spied my man Jazz, maxin out with two stone
a move on your mom's crib Think we got knives an' guns? We got bombs, kid Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots Throw you in the Syndicate cellar an' let your
I miss your soft lips, I miss your white sheets I miss the scratch of your unshaved face on my cheek And this is so hard 'cause I didn't see That you
followed your eyes? I'm wondering, what about me? You said it, you meant it You hung up the phone The talking in circles It set it in stone, you were
moan, like a broad you need titty's on and im straight dont get me wrong, shawty i aint in to dudes talk about your music not about me in your interviews
bring your crew I bring my crew just pick a time and side of town zone 6 is my stomping ground but I guess you know that by now but everywhere you go you hear