you are And you know that we know what you are Awful atoll O, incalculable indiscreetness and sorrow! Bawl, bellow: Sibyl sea-cow, all done up in a
feeling nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's
all started in the mexican streets and ended up in east L.A. blocks that's where the love was released. me and doob, world products of those immigrant antique ways where men are
tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You ain't 50 Cent, he went out like a gangsta You went out with
or the hood what you wanna do (hey) C.O.B. lil' nigga you don't want it foo The new west coming through Lil' niggas what you gone do I see these niggas
as you got mentally dead people Who are living in a mental death Meaning living in a mental grave you need somebody to dig that grave up and bring them
I'll sing a song for you Run faster or you'll lose it This is our heartbeat Our words are so sweet I cannot wake from you You will not ever wake from
, the Wake Up Show, what, Ninety-two, ugh, we hype when we . . . true Yo, we are, from a, what, Style of Beyond and We, would, like, to rock, for you
up all these credit cards Career is all that laid up on ya Skeet skeet, Move fast don't let them bitches lay up on ya You know you really wanna be rollin
real, why you hopin that it's all a dream But you can't wake up, wettin a chest you bless Chokin off your own blood, don't blame me you brought your own
Still somehow I believe, we always survive.. but why? [Nas] To my dogs.. wherever you are Whattup Big? You know shit is rough after you slid You in
nothing from the waist down Hit up, lit up, he never gonna get up There's only one legend alive The rest you gotta dig up You acting like it's hard roast