still my dreams haven't left I only hung with the crack kids we not the best Me and the ruffest ruffnecks went chest to chest Now my best friend's locked up
chill I mess up plans like robbers with no skill my only knowledge is the holy father SO THRILLED that you dont know still what God is making martyrs
I bit I'd get a cavity Livin to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity We die hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad mc Who think imitation
nothing you can do if you want me here, you can have me here if you want me now, you can have me now if you want me down, I will get really low you better
is homicidal Fucking these kids like catholic priests after mass Pubic hair of lamb's wool, and feet of burned brass That I can put up in your platinum
I bit I'd get a cavity Livin to get high, you ain't flyer than gravity We Die Hard like the battery done in the back of me by the mad MC who think imitation
me nigga, come and get me.. COME AND GET ME! {*gong sounds*} Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come.. {*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME! .. {*
bark box before I had a chance to take my life back And his deformed banter suprised me (where at?) At the recruiters office, learning how to get a head
It's not you, it's me, nope it's you I've got a lot of love for things you did If it only added up to them things you missed Guess that's it, heard that
"Good morning, Brook-nam" Another stop... on the train (wake up... wake up... wake up...) We come to a stop that everybody got to make... Whether you
[feat. Raekwon, Cappadonna & U-God] [Intro: Raekwon] Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, turn me up Turn me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I'm gone None of my enemies can hate on me now And all my friends can do is pray for me now Only God can judge me [Krayzie Bone:] Now that I'm dead and
lost cause where the martyrs are found That funky little sound, that make you want to get down Somebody told me once, love makes the world go round Now kids
me That life was just a list of disappoints and defeats And you could only do your best, And I said "That's a fucking cop-out, you're just washed up and
My hood?s the Gaza Strip, this raw shit?s a part of me A cult following martyrs me, street life is haunting me constantly Thinking cops with the friction are trying to slaughter me
your double fisted escapade Kill kids with the drunken misfits in your Escalade It's gruel for the food fight and foreign aid Bream ?em down and build ?em back up