Voices in the night There is no way to changing, time to run or die All this standing shadows, fading one by one They don't care where you runing, I
late to put him to sleep again I look into your eyes there is no boundary you make me realize we are one mirror split up into pieces we are
to the ground But how low can you go? Lower than your mama's Ever seen it in her lifetime Never would've imagined Did not even in her right mind Practice in front of that mirror
call's himself a looter Met this girl named Sasaco, in the naked city Things can go so very wrong, sitting on your pity Couldn't even split, it's a two
Girls rub me down just to get into my powder sack On the power track So I drink to my health Lift the rail off the mirror and I wink to myself No needle
weird while the haters was happy, they thought my destiny was cleared and any artist that you love have veered especially when they hated the image that they mirrored
Ahh, quick with the trig Jack be nimble I shoot like G Mob goes lifting through my window Chik, chik, pow, how you like me now? The man in the mirror
when that motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs Gimme the knock
out with I don't know, the past couple of weeks, I guess Thank you and hang up the phone Let the funeral start, hear the casket close Let's pin split
know da outcome dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run [CJ Mac] We gettin' close, hot as fuck burnin' up in his drive two pace, mirror checkin' doin'
a sintch and getting Zestfully clean not to mention Scrub my ass and armpits for a bit and then I split over to the mirror Wipe the dew to make my
them other faces And all the many places you've seen him Or the sister with his child wandering up the street Remember what you've seen in your own mirror
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers It's 911, pleas call the doctor Evacuate the building and trick the pigs Since everybody wanna piece, we gon' split
low can you go Lower than yo' mamas ever seen it in her lifetime Never would of imagined it Not even in her right mind Practice in front of that mirror
, I see my man Fat Pete But before I could walk over, two niggaz tapped him on the shoulder And unloaded in his face, bullets flyin' all over the place Mirrors
Right there cool Come here let me holler at you face to face See ace been place to place, I seen a million of 'em They look at me for a split second
my toilet The bitchy bitch, bitchin' about nothin' I need a bitch to jizm in her bellybutton I need a bitch, a prostitute She'd fuck my homies and we could split