Styles P (Alchemist)] All I know is ? pain; all I give is - pain All I give is ? pain; all I live is - pain Only thing I know is mad years in the game
)] All I know is ? pain; all I give is - pain All I give is ? pain; all I live is - pain Only thing I know is mad years in the game (It's no love, ice
I am wise but it is wisdom for the pain Yes, I paid the price by look, how much I gained If I have to, I can do anything, I am strong I am invincible, I
I get high, I get high, I get high, I get high I get high, I get high, I get high on your memories High on your memories, high on your memories I get
, yeah! But I'mma do me, you can say whatever I'm a G! ..guess it's a sad think my... is magic! I remember I never I never said December was cold, But
keeps fuckin my plans up/ Movin in a hurry, thinkin time is slow when I passed the cemetery where my lil' brother is burried/ All I can do is
nigga, one is all and all is one I wanna see us all rich before all this done But it's really God call cause we all his sons Some I'ma play my role, hope
Why I'm standing in the ghetto when I know I could blow? why I'm standing on the corner when I know I should go? Chrous - [Tyler Woods] & ad-libs
it I ain't do all this work for shit my style's my child I gave birth to it Like an immaculate conception, clean I came Went through label pains,
Why I feel like I'm losin' weight Why I ain't got no money, less I'm movin' weight Why my life depend on what I'm ma do today Why I can't move away It
Y'all know the name Pharoahe-fuckin'-Monch, ain't a damn thang changed You all up in the Range, then your shit's inebriated Phased from your original plan, you deviated I
pretty then parlay I got five on the Hennessey, Seagram's, or 40's 'Cause this is how we do it like Montell Jordan I'm from the Oakland City, Frank Nitti is
of y'all d-boy, my culture It's not that I hate, y'all just p-noid cause y'all fake Embarassed and ashamed and don't know where to put the blame And never
rappin' Ninety-six jive, I keep the live crowd clappin' When I bow, all praises due to Staten Isle I spark the mic an' Shaolin spark the methtical Every evenin' I
my direction I'm Staten Island's best son fuck what you heard Niggaz still talkin that shit is absurd My repotoire is U.S.S.R. P.L.O. style got blown
master plan until the curse is reversed I'm sayin, rebirth of a nation... [Verse 2: Professor Griff] They call me E-M-E, U-N-O, you know P.A., niggaz is
all the Jim Carey ass large co-op Know what I'm sayin'? Large co-op, what the fuck? To the clones, we bless the domes Blow the vial, you know my style
You think your shit butter? Hop in front of this toast Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo I say what I want, fuck what y'all think is cool And I hate cops, 'cause most y'all
