I grew apart, from now I know how it goes. But baby it seems you chew a hole up my soul. This world. You know this shit that I hate. Just for me to get to this cake.
(feat. Royce Da 5'9"). . [Verse 1: Havoc]. One for my troubles, two for the money. Haters feeling some kind of way and I don't give a fuck, B. Take the good with the bad, toastin', raisin' my glass.
(feat. Vita, Big Noyd). . (Havoc:). It be a buck-fifty. Your chance of runnin'. Is infinte. Slugs that leave niggas drugged. Like a chick slip the Mickey.
Uh huh, yeah. Cluminati... Q.B. (New Mobb Deep). For the year 2G. (Best of Queens). Niggaz know what the fuck I'm talkin bout. If they don't hear, how they know?.