We smashing,
thousand be the head of the class ´n´
rollin thru ya party with the stereo blastin´ we creepin´
it´s bin´ seven since last weekend,
everybody in the club freekin´
and in the corner, I can see ya standin´ there,
black jacket ´n´ long hair we´ve been exchanging stares,
´n´ I know ya, ´n´ what´cha thinkin´ yeah right,
wearin´ ya clothes air-tight at the club every night ´n´,
don´t´cha know that brothers don´t like the girls,
that be into the guys that be tellin them lies ´n´ listen here hun, life´s more than this,
ya tryin to tell me that´cha never get bored of this?,

Yo, check this who you eye´in up for ya set list,
frontin´ with ya fake gold necklace,
not respected, ´n´ yet ya wonderin´ why,
seen the gleam in ya eyes, as soon as ya spotted the $,
girl what´s next? who you hittin´ up for the rolex?
brothers need to *check* their specs,
boy ya gettin´ gamed on, thinkin´ she loves you ´n´ all that,
need to get it all back, move on ´n´ step off that,
she´s the wrong type, but same goes for females,
cuz´ guys be spittin´ lies, not telling the details,
in the fine print, baby girl, don´t sweat it,
cuz one of these days you´ll regret it,
and yo, the moral of the story is,
dogs and cats are notorious, for gettin´ funny around cash money,
so lesson learned, ´n´ ya playin´ with fire get burned,
respect yourself, peace, kid hope ya learned

You think ya somethin´ more ya so supafly,
blind to the fact you´re blind, you´re so empty inside,
it´s hard for me to get this thru to you,
blind to the fact ya blind, baby, blind, baby,

Well it´s the Sundance Kid,
yo the rap villain, man for real and,
peeps catchin´ feelin´s of the lyrical caps that I´m peeling,
makin´ noise y´all, me ´n´ my krutch boys y´all, stand tall,
cuz yo we ain´t never gonna fall, man forget that,
yo, we´ll keep constantly comin´ right back,
like CHRIST when he rose on the third
strikin´ ya nerves take ya down, down, like Titanic to icebergs,
if ya messin´ with a girl for her curves,
and yo, ya might be, you think ya somethin high and mighty,
might be that you be frontin,
most likely, no doubt, money be singin´ the same song,
respect yourself hun, it´s the 34th Psalm

And sometimes I feel, so unbreakable, I´m so forsakeable,
I´m shattered,
and things aren´t as they seem,
they´re so in between, they´re so make believe,
that it´s un-real,
and wake me up when things are better,
cuz I can´t take much more of this and take these rags,
but leave my comfortable sweater,
and leave me alone, then leave me alone, alone, alone, a-lone