Artist: Bolo Gah f/ Amy Renee, Begga Ooh, Jim Kelly Album: Bolo's Kitchen: Blood, Sweat & Years Song: Two Things Typed by: pneumatic [Intro: Begga Ooh] Two things, Begga Ooh, Jim Kelly, Amy Renee, Yeah [Jim Kelly] I don't snatch bitches, Let em peep and make they mind up Before a nigga know tell em all shut up and line up Before my time up, I blaze a little more before I cruise Quick with the ones and twos, Put a hole proofs Parts again and good tunes have'n whole crews confused Got water for the fuse cause I'm still not amused Rub shoulders with the illest cause I come across the chillest So call Mr. Spirit 'til a nigga got to feel it Idolize, I personify and personalize Blow haze through the crack in your eyes like you supised [Begga Ooh] Hard to see, Hard to find Plus I'm exposed to hard shit that mingles with time Old man beggin quarters but he happy with dimes All felon not tellin when it happens to crime Lemon fruit twist the lime, Hangin on cup's lip Ten dollars to elastic, Watchin broads as they strip I'm focused, On a ship cruise line'n, Palm trees Black sand, Clear water, Green tea calms me Launch me, I blast off, Full price or half off Sun room for half loft, Bubble bath, Ass lost Last job, Last boss, Now I'm independent Not a rent tenant, Daddy's one dependent [Hook: Amy Renee w/ Begga Ooh ad-libs] I am aware, Of myself, And my presence I'm everywhere, From the past, To the present I'm so exposed to what comes and goes and what goes around me Two things, Them or you, Just be you and don't cross the boundries Two things, Them or you, Just be you and don't cross the boundries [Jim Kelly] From the H Plus lush done yo, Hot phalum And speakin of the jimmy women run just to grab him I had dreams of niggas havin guns and me skate'n And wake up heart beatin and my nerves still ache'n Niggas gettin dumped off and my heart is still ache'n And close to the heated, Not my way dig About a year and a half ago I buried my kid Not a nigga gave a fuck or even ask how I'm is Now I'm back even stronger with a temper that's fuck So fuck you and your persona and your style cause it suck You don't walk hot blocks past midnight and such Or even made it in the house and thinkin it's luck But it's alright, Daddy let the reality touch It's alright let reality touch, Come on [Jim Kelly and Begga Ooh ad-libs]