All you do is talk behind my back about my friends This road has gotten old you're a dead end I'll press rewind to go back into time And erase all those
stories that you're weavin' We're believin' in the proof, we're believin' in the truth We're believin' in each other, not you, you, you Stories (You
believe it Then keep it a secret nd watch me achieve it 'Cause I know what I want now So if you want the money If you gotta make If you the only one
Make sure you write in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dyin', you
miss you like I?m coming home And I hold you like a fading song You send me high, high, higher . . . until I?m
you've made the final plunge So sad that you've lost your spine I hurt for you like this whole mess is mine You are as good as dead now Dead end; you
Got a Coke bottle stuck on the end of my tongue It's just one of those days Gonna be one of those days The Nazis tied me up and covered me with ants
be clear That I would not have to go, that I could stay here And although it hurts me to leave you all alone Just know I'll come back to you, for now
be clear That I would not have to go That I could stay here And although it hurts me To leave you all alone Just know Ia??ll come back to you For now
not me no, not me, I will bust at will, I'll see ya Comeback boy, for sayin' what? And I'll spray ya, yes, I'll see ya You should have never passed,
. If you look into my eyes (tell me what you see.) Tell me what you see, you see ... If you look into my eyes, tell me what you see, you see ... Bizzy
eludin' the chase, buckin' me gauge So nigga, remember me killa, me no surrender Me killa, me killa, me killa No surrender No surrender Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me
turn to (When you stuck shit outta luck) (And ain't got no hustle to make that buck dog) Could you tell me where you run to (When the road you on is a dead end
wickedness I know I'm protected 'cause I'm convicted Anybody believin' in the Big Bang Theory And thinkin' that thyself is the God, you need to hear me How do you
sick nigga, you see that bitch, get her 'Cause he that snitch nigga, so squeeze that's it, figure That you watch what you say, you say it and die What you
I live by, that's what I heard I wasn't there when you rose from the dead or parted the sea I never seen you, but still I believe How you explain the
