Stolen Moments, Pt. 2 Lyrics

[Black Thought]
It's a frantic situation [Repeat: x7]

Extra salty 'cause whoever beat me got me for this 31 inch
And this Alpha Bailey jacket I had just bought me
Out of snapping my God tried to talk me
But what could get me half way calm was this Donny Hathaway song
The tape that it was on I had wanted while I was gone
But forgot to pack it in fact it was in that jacket
This demo, it's time to track it and lay it down
Either it's somebody I know or somebody I stay around
Day before I broke out, niggas was over my crib getting smoked out
No telling who had the place scoped out
Donnie brought over some niggas I didn't know
I'm asking, who are you, they said I'm with the Mo
If it was them, soon I will collide with them
And they better not be rocking no new Iverson's
Then it could have been this hype that usually shovel my snow
If I'm out of town or not, by my car, he would know
Now, it might have been this stripper I met at Pinkhouse party
Thick, but my furniture wasn't worth her body
What if it was this nigga I let sleep in my crib
To have the set of keys but that I wasn't trying to believe
But I could have put it past him or those other bastards
It would be assed backwards for me to ask if they did it
Cause whoever did ain't goin' admit it
The blunted dirty dishes is my only exhibit
Wondering if I should give it a rest and through the wind
It might surface
Cause tellin Allah, Joe is worthless(uh)

[Chorus: Black Thought: x2]
Hey sucka nigga, whoever you are [Repeat: x3]
Wherever you are, whoever you are
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