Roots - Stolen Moments Pt. Ii Lyrics
Black thought:It's a frantic situation(x7)Common:Extra salty cuz whoever beat me, got me for this 31-inchAnd this alpha bailey jacket i had just bought meOut of snappin, my god tried to talk meBut what could get me half way calm was this donny hathaway songThe tape that it was on i had wanted while i was goneBut forgot to pack it, in fact it was in that jacketThis demo, it's time to track it and lay it downEither it's somebody i know or somebody i stay aroundDay before i broke out, niggaz was over my crib gettin smoked outNo tellin who had the place scoped outDonnie brought over some niggaz i didn't knowI'm askin, who are you, they said i'm with the moIf it was them, soon i will collide with themAnd they better not be rockin no new iversonsThen it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snowIf i'm out of town or not, by my car, he would knowNow, it might have been this stripper i met at pinkhouse partyThick, but my furniture wasn't worth her bodyWhat if it was this nigga i let sleep in my cribTo have the set of keys but that i wasn't tryin to believeBut i could have put it past him or those other bastardsIt would be assed backwards for me to ask if they did itCuz whoever did ain't gon admit itThe blunted dirty dishes is my only exhibitWondering if i should give it a rest and through the windIt might surfaceCuz tellin allah, joe is worthless(uh)Chorus(x2): black thoughtHey sucka nigga, whoever you are(x3)Wherever you are, whoever you areCheck it out
