It's take a little time to show the blindWhich way to walk in the dark, let my rhymes shineLyrics are a lost art, but still a love on mineWe can bring it to blood, Stay in the lineStay in the lines, like a kid when he coloringStay in the lines, f*ck you and who you running withStay in the lines, so I can get on some other shitStay in the lines... Stay in the lines...Every time I rhyme it's history in the making dogReady to go war like it's reverse LebanonDon't it make you happy when you hear Chinos onEven if I had to dumb it down a little bit for that songMan I still flush your head down a toilet bowlShoot you in broad day just to witness it was said "Sean Paul"I figured out I save myself, I can't save you allProved it on the radio, I was star working with snoop dogg"Chino you finally blowing up" you don't sayShut you down like Jennifer Hudson do to BeyonceMy secret is, I don't give a f*ck, "nah! "My spit funky like James brown body is inside my pickup truckWill I slap a motherf*cker, don't assskBe up in your crib with a black ski maskThey try to hate me out the game like Dame DashBut we pray it never happened like Aaliyahs plane crashYo, I try to get a grip on my emotionsChino is def, I circle the heads of dying vulturesInhaling breath, exhale sweat trying to focusWhen Dr. Dre said I "I'll", hell of a momentAsking god for atonement for my sinsPut Dj's on air literally out of windows for my spinsI got some commercial shyt, I had to feed my kidsStill give Mc's surgery like 30 Lil Kim'sBack when me Ras Kass where shipping in hamburgersWriting thousands of bars, spiting planet murdersBefore the game went so cooperate, shyytI should've chopped off my hand that writes rhymes and f*ckin auctioned itMan I spill flows that nobody smiles BThen push release dates back like 50 did Style PMy features heater is higher than Whitney with a feverKeeping niggas on in their toes like thug ballerinas
