If you read in the paper that I went away Would it make any difference to you? If I packed my things and left town today Would it make any difference to you? Do you, do you even know? Do you even know that I'm still alive? Oh, I wonder, I wonder if I ever, oh, cross If I ever cross your sweet mind If I got in, if I got into trouble And I send for you Would you come, would you come Or would you stay away? If we never love again Like we used to do Would it make, oh Would it make any difference to you?

Today is not like any other day This one's gone and turned a darker shade of gray What will I have learned Tell me, tell me, somebody tell me now When this hard rain's gone away? There is a safe place that I used to know It's the only place that I wanna go Where else could I turn Tell me, tell me, somebody tell me now 'Til this hard rain's gone away? Grandma, grandpa, mother, father, sister, brother, Lord Please help the child, I heard the preacher say, it's so sad I see the airplane, I hear the engine on the boat But y'all can't see me waving the flag Somebody please wave the flag, yeah Grandma, grandpa, mother, father, sister, brother, Lord Please help the child, I heard the preacher say, it's okay I see the airplane, I hear the engine on the boat But y'all can't see me waving the flag Somebody please wave the flag, yeah What will I have learned Tell me, tell me now, somebody tell me how When this hard rain's gone away? Today is not like any other day So I'm gonna have to find another way People, we got to find another way Can you tell me how Tell me, tell me, somebody tell me now When the hard rain's gone away? I see them waving the flag Tell the chopper over here, man, we're waving the flag I see them waving the flag Tell the boat over here, man, we're waving the flag Man, I'm waving the flag Tell the chopper over here, man, we're waving the flag Man, I'm waving the flag Tell the boat over here, man, we're waving the flag Waving the flag, waving the flag

Blame, blame, whose dat with you again? (The ride, the ride) Yes black, where's my jewels at? (Uptown, uptown, uptown, uptown...) Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now Underground hip-hop yo This one's a gangsta tune, whassup Fosha? I'ma send this one out to all the refugee gangs around the world Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the driveby's It was the Fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb bang Stay in the house that's the sound of the gangs, Clef By the time we figured out what happened I was in an ambulance tellin my cousin keep breathing Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (But that ain't right y'all) DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! That cemetery gear (California, California) I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood True, true, yo Hollywood got a lot of kids twisted Jumpin in and out of limo's thinkin is his ass really gifted The only gift y'all possess is workin with the triple six's Y'all disguise yourself with bandanas and diamond necklaces Mosta y'all can't even go back to the hood where y'all grew up Actin like y'all drink alcohol and all y'all do is throw up Talk about when y'all blow up y'all gonna visit the project floors But the last time they saw y'all was 1984 Now y'all wonder, why they got all hoodies screamin "freeze" Get out the navigator, Godfather III's in the DVD They hoppin, they take your car for a spin It's cold outside so all you feel is the wind There's no celly phone, so you can't phone home Oh lord, here come those criminals Maleeg & Jerome ("Yo, who you know here, you got family over here?") He a rap artist ("I don't care, he got the wrong colours over here, no fear") Now you look shook like that Mobb Deep song I'm surprised, cause on all y'all records you was Al Capone And come to find out that you never held a chrome And you escaped the draft and never bust a shot in Vietnam Now you standin in the form amongst the children of the corn Like the Sun of Man stood with a crown made of thorns The only difference is for you there'll be no resurrection Cause it's a traffic jam, they got you locked up in a intersection Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (But that ain't right y'all) DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours) That cemetery gear (Chicago, Chicago) I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood Yo, Hollywood has half-man be hollow to you How could you have slipped through While I was detecting the trick that's in you Pretending you pitbull, when really your candy-ass is poodle We wouldn't of hit you, hammers have already been Cocked and cleaned, yo, it was who? It's click-up, click-up, north cackus, commence to stick up That's what's within us, cack and lack, clap, buck killers quicker Stick up the forest misters then head up to chickens with 'em Adrenaline's givin, when I riff with the fifth to your chin-in You never knew bout how we play these innings But you about to play the commission Waves are spinning, I'm out the glaze I'm sh... ing The real is missing but the fraud is evident Ever so clear, but you got the nerd To come around here with pounds of fear Your colours wrong you must rock edible dons with that huh? Damn Paul, what's that huh? Let me get that, with the quick snatch If it's a little man in you then I better put the trick back And if it's anything killers is fearing, I know my clit stacked for realer Don't wear your colours here, that cemetery gear I got my gun and nine, killing's my appetite (But that ain't right y'all) DON'T WEAR YOUR COLOURS HERE! (Colours) That cemetery gear (Detroit, Detroit) I got my gun and nine from Hollywood, to your neck of the hood Tell the FBI that I won't be home tonight Tell the Secret Service I won't be home tonight

Aye, boy, don't spill my drink, boy, pull it Now listen, everybody report to the bloodclot dance floor You love the beat, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P., talk to them, bloodclot I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P., let them little rock boys know how you livin' The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back in the plate Gon' sell another couple mill and take it back to the A Gon' take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe Find cash for the crew up only back in the lake I'm up in cruises two steppin' with the gat in the waist T.I. ain't in the streets no more, that what they say Don't even try it when you sayin', boy, you have to be great You can trust to hit ya in ya face your peeps will have to replace That's if you like it nigga and trust me it wont hurt me to take A hundred thousand to them Haitians, you'll be murdered today I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P, some boy wanna play our hit Let 'em know who the king of the South is Talk to them Women sweatin' when they see me, I'm apparently hot Had the album of the year, nigga, Grammy or not Remember, all day I used to stand in the spot With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin', handlin' rocks Right now, judge tappin', there ain't a car I ain't got I'm the number one customer at my own car lot If you wanna know how much I makin' just imagine a lot Even though I pro'lly gettin' more than you'd imagine I got Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not If ya disrespectin' me you and your man will get shot I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Went from the king of the south to the king of the states Ridin' in a car you probably never seen in the states No idea how much yay I can bring in the States Hey, you could get a hundred of 'em for a million today Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day But it's the American gangster right here in ya face And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with AK You think you running a private, that ain't even the case And just because you get away, that don't mean its okay You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done They guns sound like popcorn

(Ooh, ooh, ooh) Do you remember the last time I said If I ever thought of lying I'd rather think of dying instead? And maybe you remember The last time you called me To say we were through How it took a million tears Just to prove they all were for you But those days are through 'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference If you loved me How could you love me When it wouldn't really make any difference If you really loved me You just didn't love me, 'cause I know of hundreds of times I could be In the most unfaithful arms That you always picture me And maybe you remember that Though I can't always show proof I was true No one else could change my mind Or stop me coming home to you But those days are through 'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference If you loved me How could you love me When it wouldn't really make any difference If you really loved me You just didn't love me Enough to believe me Enough not to leave me Enough not to look for a reason to be Unhappy with me And make me regret ever wanting you But those days are through 'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference If you loved me How could you love me When it wouldn't really make any difference If you really loved me You just did not love me 'Cause it wouldn't have made any difference If you loved me How could you love me When it wouldn't really make any difference If you really loved me You just did not love me