almost theree

[tjb]

i got that good shit, that hood shit
tha type of green that will make ya take down the hood shit
stones that get me boned im a mac slash assassin
i got the passion to come crashin thru your livin room totally smashin
call it a homey invasion instead of home invasion
blazed an turned out man this homeys crazy
got the lyrics to take us back to hip hop,
back when shit popped off when the hits dropped
a real world of drama, have you in cardiac care, this level,
of trebel pumping trauma, possibly kill a mama
the way we shock, sippin ice -t bumpin some ice t
kill a cop, kill a cop... chantin thru are headphones
mammy moans back in the bed-room
never get hitched bitch please
just give me some head soon
then gimme some room cuz a hustla with a bustle
need his space every once in a while
cuz life aint always all happy sunshine, bucket of smiles
you gotta go through miles an miles of bullshit
before you go an roll through the gold shit
in a rolls royce we rejoice
remeber how we used to sell rock, did we have a choice.. no.
we just wanted a voice, a piece of the pie
west east whatever claimin to be wholesale ride to die
forever, thought we so just so damn clever
such hot shit, out of the oven edible
mr. incredible, you know, you know the deal
cuz when ya a teen thats how you used to feel
not sure bout hard knocks
an not used to a dude screwin ya over
suddenly its all over, a low point, you feel hopeless
ya mopin tryin to cope with empty pockets
leave the city feelin gritty back to a suburb pocket
ridin back to reality but your almost there you see
keep up your post an youll coast thorugh in limousines
just keep your head up the america dream
an you'll rock shots an dropp dunks like kareem

[classthe_king]

wow
I don't know what solace is talkin about