Something ain't right, something just ain't right.. Lord have mercy, babe,. Tell me when was the last time, you brought her roses home from work.. Tell me when was the last time, you rubbed her feet when she said they hurt..
Check out the avenue, New York, New York the rotten apple. We grapple in the streets to stack loot and slip the shackles. I'm currently, servin' twenty nine to life.
Damn, MC Eihts back in the mutherfuckin' house. Last year we came with the one times gaffled 'em up. You know what I'm sayin'. Now the whole mutherfuckin' world know.