more in his assault upon the mountain. Little man, his youth a fountain. Overdrafted and still counting. Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close
Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight Brothers and sisters if you know you got your thing
I ain't fakin' 'cause if these other niggas get me for some bacon I started counting my dope Everything was cool black Headed to the front Got them fiends walkin
Dead Man Walking Walking.. Wouldy Wouldy Wouldy Wouldy Yeah.... Wouldy Wouldy Wouldy Wouldy Walking.. Wouldy Wouldy Wouldy Wouldy Yeah.... Walking...
to duck Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull It was
no where to run to, no where to hide Tossed to the side, access denied 6 million died for what? Yo a man shot dead in his back Helpless women and children
wit gangs in the back of the ' jects where the killin' In Park Ave. where young Chris body found A number is all to add to task body count Watch it boy
No body to keep him warm at night When he'd go to sleep he'd sleep alone with his cold feet Cold cold cold cold feet One night he walked the street
second Why you need a 45 when your mind is a weapon If you use it like you 'posed to than you could be Malcolm X Instead of counting body bags, my n-gga should be counting
year old brain around it Went in his pockets took his money and couldn't count it Went to the front door buts it locked observe it Pulled up a chair to reach the dead
an eye you might not be seen again And I'm speakin from experience I should have been dead twice But someones ridin on my side to have saved my life 2 times "Man
reaching to what lies ahead And encouraged the Philippians to model what he said And not to walk in the flesh cause that walk is dead But we citizens
world is a mistake, I replied The children always followed him When they saw him hopping by A funny walk A funny man A funny, funny, funny man He made
[Intro] Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand up I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight Brothers and Sisters if you know you got
man Killa B No doubt indeed... with that weed... know what I'm saying? That old real shit... [Prodigy] There's a war going on outside no man is safe
duck Ahh, ahh, uhhhhh, ahh and catch my breath, count how many shots I had left My clip was full, the first nigga walk through I'm gonna pull It was
like butuvas Smooth as Luther when it comes to suckin hooters like a hoover Who the man now? Impressed so many mamis, I can't count Holdin my count down
my friends, I'm after you I crash your party kill your bed smoke some killer man What the fuck, I'm deaf fucking up, and I'm 'on Kill again Kill-a-head and the body dead