baby's coming from spitting out momma's nipple From the cradle to the killa leaving corpse and cripples A Brooklyn boy dies shot by a cop for a play gun Our kids days
like that therapy Fuckin' em' like that there beats, I'm just a hustler [Verse 1] I'm goin' federal, justice ain't no damn miracle Fuckin' em' up like
Tim Boots The funny thing is I make more money than you do, So classify me as a backpacker manufactured I?ll spit on the mic to spite your laughter
That man is I, Capone The leader, follow me They wanna beat me like Rodney See me like Pac Have me like O.J. doing 100 in the drop Railroad me like
As the dawn approaches Golden shapes are all around me Looking like they will kill But they offer one solution That will let me live To follow my own free will Spit
fit Truth does not come when called And if you're only young once and these days, they move fast Why would you waste one second of them Falling in line, following
gonna watch me die Fuck that, I'm going all out No half stepping My last weapon is cocked to keep that ass jetting I lay low for like five days or so
my Tim Boots The funny thing is I make more money than you do, So classify me as a backpacker manufactured I?ll spit on the mic to spite your laughter
glory That man is I, Capone The leader, follow me They wanna beat me like Rodney See me like Pac Have me like O.J. doing 100 in the drop Railroad me like
of song] [The Jacka] These are cold days, for real Had to smack him in his face With the cold steel Outside late night In that stormy weather Like
due connections [Hook:] But but but but but that's what makes the world go round The axis like a carouse [Treach:] Oh how the ways? Nowadays baby's coming from spitting
can fuck up a relationship I learned it don't matter who's spittin better While these rappers kill each other, them Jews they stick together like glue
six million ways to shine like sun's rays So do what we do to get through the last days (the last days) [Clocka (Sweetleaf)] Try to listen to the science
That man is I, Capone The leader, follow me They wanna beat me like Rodney See me like Pac Have me like O.J. doing 100 in the drop Railroad me like the