up By the law of the street Living between hugs and blows) Down on a half darkened street Fathers' and sons' lives repeat And something there turns them Down
jack me? Can't turn back my eyes on the prize I got nothing to lose, everybody gotta die Say good-bye to the bad guy that one you fucked when you passed by
me, friend, what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner, face down like the Jack of Hearts Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by
seen through terrorists' eyes Sometimes I feel no emotion Sometimes I break down and cry I need to walk on a wire I need a layer of skin I need a preacher breathin' fire To burn away
all we're living for Joyful it seems but then suddenly By one false move it's blown away Joyful it seems but then suddenly Their voices cease it's gone away
a kick in the head and a prison bed And you tell me it's the law There's a law for the rich and a law for the poor And a law for Dirty Davey His body
woman who had taken me in said, "country boy, you're all right." The same way I turned her on, she turned me out The first law I broke, right away
paper route, blood on my hands Cannons and lasers out Cool as a fan standing in Satan's house Show 'em what my name about, boss of myself Turning your
pipe and whipe down, Think for a minute cause the hype had died down, That I wont go up in the oval office right now, And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down
? (Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep) I'm falling and I can't turn back I'm falling and I can't turn - I can't turn back I'm falling
been shook by a pack of coyote Soarin' through the night down to the trees Packed tight with two-some on shakes No rubber with a paratroop, in fields with parachutes Down
me friend what time the show begins?" Then he moved into the corner face down like the Jack of Hearts Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by
face, took away the bitter taste, of past rejection. I know I cherish her more, than all the girls from before. I break my own unwritten law. I now
turned it down Next morning they'd just let us sleep but I was up real early Wonderin' when I get my release Later on we got more hot bologna eggs and gravy By
Law is true again Even those old fireflies are having trouble turning on their lights tonight Oh, but that's alright Let me pour you another one, lay down
off the scene of the slaughter Still can't swallow bread and water I don't know if they fags or what Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts And
a majority A gang - that is wit whoever i am steppin? And a motherf*ckin? weapon is kept in A stand-by for the so called law Wishin? Ren was a nigger