Voices in the night There is no way to changing, time to run or die All this standing shadows, fading one by one They don't care where you runing, I
call's himself a looter Met this girl named Sasaco, in the naked city Things can go so very wrong, sitting on your pity Couldn't even split, it's a two
'll never go down A to the N to the DER to the SON When it comes to getting gacked we stay number one While others split a grab, we be sniffing a ton
weird while the haters was happy, they thought my destiny was cleared and any artist that you love have veered especially when they hated the image that they mirrored
I won't leave the studio until a song's done And ain't nothing really hard about getting my cash A big phat house with a million stash You other niggaz
when that motor spit A-bi-de-a, bi-de-a, never to get free of the rear Better to get just near the mirror, ready to get near my heirs Gimme the knock
(man) Hey, nigga, gimme some of them water and chip's, shit (other man) lock 'em up, nigga, lock 'em, bullshit (man) hey, look, nigga get out there, nigga
them other faces And all the many places you've seen him Or the sister with his child wandering up the street Remember what you've seen in your own mirror
niggaz tapped him on the shoulder And unloaded in his face, bullets flyin' all over the place Mirrors shatterin', people scatterin', his bodyguards shot back Missed one but hit the other
that point, the habit apprievin' No hope to find, that you're misbehavin' Link your crupid, fuck your brewin' Flash the burgers on your crewin' 'cause the monks, skippin' from the other
Here's another day at the stoplight I'm lookin' in my mirror so I can see who can see me South Central is puttin' Ice Cube to the test With four brothas
do) We stack clips, glack licks in the air Smoke sticks on the stairs, dog, nobody care (Nobody care) We shot the fear when everybody was there Beat each other
Two sides to every story, one mind split in two Changing our basic instinct Communication will break you through I want to see the other side Another
a slender, nigga Lookin' in the mirror, I can see the real contender Sellin' reefer even Gregory, I'm on my dinner So what the fuck is ya tellin' me other
Thrust your hand through her wave What was on the other side Of the flowing blue carton? You're most alive before you died If we cry underwater We can
shinin' And the RZA pours more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete raps go to black With 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map Knew it's
more beats than Cristal's fine wine Concrete raps go to black with 50 other niggaz on the other side of the map Knew it's all good and all done what,
up being such an entity in your Reflection, you are the dream to it, you are the prism The mirrors in the corner throwing images Against the other mirrors